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FALL AT TWELVE
ęCopyright 2002 Judith Robbins Barrett


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Wisps of sun cut through with warmth
And pierce mine eyes with radiance bright! 
While momentary tweets 'til night
Send comrades here - I might.

While immense piles of labor dwindle 
Pine cone reeks through burning leaves 
And hickory burns the branching sleeves
Of summer lounging in the breeze.

No looming dolls' menagerie
Nor season's loss of will to play
While puppies cuddle in my stay
Amongst Fall's sweet bouquet.

Crisp paper and the dust of chalk
Replace within my wistful mind
Sand castles deftly left behind
And tumble to poet's grind.

Performance linking lack of cower
Accommodate the endless hours
Of acrobats and dare endower
Defying earth's grandest power.

Ode To The Lumberjack

Harbor's Delight

Willow

A Caddy's Lament

My Musing

Frivolity

The Doll House

The Interrogation

He Had No Hands

Fickle Candle

Pine

Prince of Memories

Marsh Meanderings

Thanks

My Room

Fall at Twelve

Baseball

Khanabad Mice

Dormant

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