harvest fullness

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The morning light is whole 

within the spark;

The breath upon the window

-pane is life.

We do not merely pass 

through winter's dark

—We carry every season 

through the strife.

 

The stone contains 

a mountain yet unborn;

Its boundary holds 

the freedom of the sea.

Within narrow shadow 

of thistle thorn,

The fullness of Season’s 

harvest comes to be.

 

 

 

 

 

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