The wind is in her blood as she gleans of summer's fold
tying silvery lit dreams with morning rays of gold,
from a bed of brass inside a white framed window
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Baskets of summer, gathered tendrils of reflection
for wayfaring strangers, a cupful of direction
A sip of comfort in their chocolate brown winters
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On the window sill, she places a vase of lilies white
to warm the lost words that she endeavors to write
while touching the face of a Black-Eyed Susan
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She enfolds sunny days in garments of lush green
cradling its warmth while easing through a scene
of slanted Morning Glories and humming birds
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Shadows and darkness are planted by nightfall
Softly as a kept secret, hidden things come to call,
as peacefully she finds sleep, in her bed of brass
Dedicated to my dear friend, Poetess Linda Harnett
Her garden speaks of beauty incredible````
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