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Birth of a Season

by t. l. cummings on September 1, 2017

Train toys left your room,

whistled away your zest.

Silence.

Rocking, creaking echoes

of your chair, forsaken.

Yet window pictures

wind chimes twirling

your soul’s melodies.

Ashes to seed,

seed to stem,

baring season’s bounty.

— t. l. cummings

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