Harvest

Bring to me December,Bring to me the cold,I will be the ember,Bite it back with teeth of gold.An orange and rusty glow,I will burn the snow,Let the waters flow,Down unto the plateau.Then come September,When the wind whispers relief,When the ground bursts forth its wheat,What is lost I will remember,Hidden among the bundles reaped,Silent, not yet …

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