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The earth lays aslumber as
Mother Nature pulls her white coverlet
Across the browning fields.
Though nearer now, to Sun’s burning
Than in those blooming days
The globe averts her visage now,
Shying for the Dreamtime,
A time of garnering warmth and
Exhilarating in the chill.
A standing still time.
A time for recollecting
And of foretelling.
The time of offering friendship and
Of Wishing well.
-Glynda Shaw