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Death of the hot season



Black walnuts 
                          snap 
                                    and 
Vex less leaves                        tumble
Fall to cover,                                      to 
Holding                                                                                                                                Cradle,                                           Cool
                                                                      certain
Sleepy sprouts in hand.                                                   slumber.
                                                                                                       
Frosty mornings 
Fractal, crystal clusters 
WaKe

Warm blankets, 
Moistened
Mulch

Till
          Weanling blossoms quake. 

Future 
Spring,

Tomorrows Bloom………………….. Patient 
                                                      to                        
                                                            Renew.

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