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Enduring Elm
From the moon’s chilled embrace To the sun’s warm kiss upon my face I sit restless beneath these leaves Sprawling branches shield as eaves Guarding against light Yet yielding to wind’s blight My elm she stands tall In winter and in fall
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Dragonfly
a golden dragonfly flitted crossed my yard on argent wings as melodic as a bard he came to rest among the sunset honeysuckle and in that moment my lips parted in a chuckle to see such a delicate sprite that can dance and shimmer in midday’s light arrest its wings and ground its soul here…
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