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Pears

Autumn blooming with colour, From Nature’s palette of Copper and gold. Large leaves lying still, Damp and mouldy, in this late sun. Pears slowly ripening, In harvest’s jamboree. Pinkish tinged, speckled, They lie heavy with camouflage, Ripe for the pot. Skinned, their crystalline beauty Cannot be held too long. Their life is done, long before Winter’s pallor and seasoned, frosty crust, Binds the rivers with ice. 22.10.18

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Date: 2/15/2021 12:03:00 PM
A pleasure to find your delightful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Suzanne~
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