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The first tree to lose all its leaves and stand exposed to the hustling of others’s leaves, the rustle of warmth as it waves its branches in vain, wind strong enough to chill but not to let those fingers touch and feel its own existence – But it will perhaps hold first the golden chandelier when the spring comes. (Final … Read More

the Wind

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When your earlobes tingle with the frost of the wind And your nose tip is swelling red, your fingers scorned thin You know that the North Wind is making its dent On the year’s natural calendar, despite your dissent   And yet, if the wind did not blow as it does How high the cost would be to us! — … Read More