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Harvest Of Stones
Twilight draped its golden rays
over the garden spotted with crusts of snow
in winter's endless waning days,
across wet chaos snagging the laggard toe,
that told of time not passing me by
an eternity lurked before the dark
I was astounded by the clarity of sky
where a star appeared as a glowing spark.
And so a lively path was beaten to the shed
through crisp atmosphere with stalwart bones
to get the pick, to spite the dead
who shirked the chore to harvest stones,
when there was time under the fading sun
with the twilight belying the passage of ...