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A sounding, laden with its own aired season mired in consequence
When it's an empty autumn wind that rushes through and past its weathered pickets..."
- from The Heart Of A Snow Fence by David Archuletta
Immerse in the full poem's poignancy here, courtesy of PoetrySoup.com.
thank-you!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing you're familiar with snow fences in your neck of the woods...and fields!
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