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sweptinto

of winter still
the summer dreams
of nights in softest flannel
whispers folded secrets
warmed below

lazy morning shadows
said – I will again
take of these
my everything
of all I have to bloom

breathless
wakes the golden –

pressing down the dawn
clinging to a blossom
with memory
of snow

. . .