Two poems of the wild autumn moving in on the last remnants of summer The earth does what it does and always has– Storm bellowing,Flood rushing,And the reeds bend;Trees sway and sometimesgo roots up;The waters wild sweep the landforgetting former bankserasing damsthe diligent beaver built. Storm Ponies The tempest swoops inoff the ocean where it …
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