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memory of Cnedra. Fair well lovely Lady. It was almost Spring, she knew it. The robins that carpeted her lawn That day had said it, The sparrows and the wrens had piped it. The earth, warm upon her barefeet, Just yesterday, had sung for it .. And yet. today, since noon, she'd sat And watched in quiet contemplation As the skies had draped the fields in Downy crystal blankets of silent Insistence, that Winter, like an Ardent lover, was not yet willing to Depart. .. Now, in the solitude of the night, The dance of the white fairies Fills her windows, Blankets her heart and Whispers, "not yet..." .. In peace, she accepts the beauty of this Last gasp, and smiling, returns the Whisper......."Soon." |
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