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The Harvest
by John Trent
So bright,
A harvest full
Jupiter holds low
A harvest full
Jupiter holds low
On morn's oily black
Crooked limbs rise
Lengthening shadows
On the shimmering earth
Lengthening shadows
On the shimmering earth
Through the wood's depths
I tread in slow silence
Guided by the its glow
Guided by the its glow
The silence broken,
By a Wren's joyous notes
Ever lovely,
She sounds morn's arrival
Then I stop
By a Wren's joyous notes
Ever lovely,
She sounds morn's arrival
Then I stop
Taking pause,
Smiling at autumn return
Smiling at autumn return
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