Wind In The Willow
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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A curtain gently combed
By the wind in the willow
Haloed in amber and blue
Red leaves are burning
Green needles earning
A cushion to Fall's angry rue
A blanket now covers
The wind in the willow
Decked in grey and blue
All creatures stirring
Winged friends yearning
The whisper of Spring's early cue.
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