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The Valley in Winter

A poem about harvest

Babbling neath the sunken mist

Twixt stiffened fern and barren read

shadowed by the valleys side

and so denied the daytime sheen

defiant icy water runs 

for fear of being paralysed 

where winter’s unabated bite

grips…intent to crystalise

But on the valley slope and hills 

to soften winters bite

a silver sun turns golden

as it crosses cloudless sky

Illuminated morning

stirs that beauty in the white

then crystal coloured afternoon  

turns… to diamond studded night

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