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The Call Of Winter Weather!
The night, sobbed
Her heart-out - near fully,
That is why the day arises happy.
Joyous as a song bird full of mirth
But see how the black bird is nesting
In some dark shadows girth.
Gazing through - yellow ringed eyes
Her eye - is like the center
Of a yew tree berry:
It speaks of a defining, terror…
When autumn fruits are falling…
The call of winter weather!
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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