The Gold Is Gone
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Snow paints
A picture
Of violet dawn
Alabaster cities
Each yard
A colder lawn.
On farms it lies
In whites of eyes
A silent stare of
Landscapes bare.
The earth asleep
And silent now
Autumn gold
Gone rare.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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