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Newsletter August entry |
First Frost The church bells clang Signaling that the first frost is encroaching The wind rustles and scatters the golden leaves Fallen from their birdseye home Gardens torn and tattered Flowers and crops once so beautiful Lay mangled and dead Their celebration of the harvest What was sown and reaped Now forgotten as the bitter cold sets in Demeter is stalking Seeking her daughter Persephone Killing the soil until she returns |