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Underfoot in Shut-Eye Town

November 21, 2010

When I tread,
in secret, untrodden snow
with Winter
I shuffle, beside the low sun,
through crisp, golden chestnut leaves
of Autumn
and dance with daisies
in the wild meadow
of Summer.

Underfoot,
the birth of Spring
is difficult.

~ Sally Plumb

 

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2 comments

  1. Great poem!


  2. ah



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