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poets write of the weather,

of the subtle merging of seasons

the gentle elemental spillage

as elements collide,

water vanquishes fire

light is masked by shade, 

and birth concedes to death,

poets record these changes

be they mundane or sublime,

distilling colours aromas sights

textures voices

in such beguiling word pictures

they seek to beautify us all

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© Graham R Sherwood 11/22