The Call Of Winter Weather
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Mark Heathcote
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The night sobbed
her heart-out near-fully,
that is why the day arises happy.
Joyous as a songbird full of mirth
but see how the blackbird is nesting
in some dark shadows girth.
Gazing through yellow-ringed eyes,
her eye is like the centre
of a yew tree berry
it speaks of a defining terror
when autumn fruits are falling
to the call of winter weather.
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