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Emmie van Duren Oct 2015
The ash weeps red leaves.
Mournfully they spiral down
and the bare branch grieves.
© Emmie van Duren-King Oct 2015
Emmie van Duren Oct 2015
White blossom breezes
herald crisp apple harvest;
mem'ry that pleases.
Heavy pollen bearers sing
hums of summer on the wind.
© Emmie van Duren-King Oct 2015

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