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eden

trees are turning grey
old age
brought by the bitter cold.
I want to dance to the Mother
beg for a kind winter.
dance to the drums
unnoticed by the Child in
the basket. he was actually
born in autumn, but very few
know. makes you wonder
the definition of
pagan. what does it matter
the name of the Creator,
as long as you survive
the long nights of winter?

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Written December 1st, 2005

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  • butterflyinflight
    December 1, 2005
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    I am very glad you have posted too; I miss your poetry.

    Winters are made for holding-hands.

    Happy December!

  • anne
    December 1, 2005
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    today on the way to booster juice sarra said "it looks like it should be so warm outside, but it is freezing" and this makes me think of that...kind winter and all. and i wonder that last question myself. i'm very glad you have posted, i miss your poetry.