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without- the waning sun warms my face shalom cloaks the wells within with a tremor of light- daybreak tinges the nigrescent sky grey- the horizon appears distinct in my mind's eye on the wind a bell tolls memories surface- words unerased the image fades huddled together from the sheeting rain the unbrellas mob the hearse- then in twos slowly separate spoor tracks imprint the virgin snow- footsteps of yesteryear echo in my mind the diary fell pages scattered the floor memories lie just out of reach chill breath of dawn lights upon my window-pane nighttime's promises freeze into crystal above the still strand shrieks of seagulls die on the inshore breeze- our twin footsteps disappear as sunset dissolves november the fifth- layered rolls of liquid fog envelope the bonfire- the party becomes a damp squib a single owl screech breaks the silent November night- the Hunters moon waxes blue Summer,past its best, pampas reaching heavenward, trees about to rest- Japanese anemone as far as my eye can see hanging from the trees winter fog welcomes the dawn and obscures the light-- cobwebs shimmer necklaced to the hedge