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Come Leaves Burst
Come Leaves Burst
Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey
over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping
rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls
the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavere...
Thursday 13th March 2014 10:28 am
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