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© 2000, Roy Stucky

The bird cloud waves its autumn flag
Evoking tales of magic hags
Who chant down greedy ancient wells
To twist the prince to fit their spells.

Forgotten gold is caught on leaves
Remembered now by passing thieves.
So when the birds have left this place
The trees will find their coin debased.

The silver advent morning chill
Has prophesied that nights distill
The slumber-wreathing springtime queen
Into a lonely winter's dream.

 
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