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[Joan Myles]

Dear Friends,

Here is what I sent on Jan 17: Can't wait to be with you!
Joan

Death

The seasons will reveal themselves,

One glittering wing at a time

As they drape the world in  purple and black.

Great mysteries will  swoop down,

Hover  over us like a storm

Until we find the way inside.

Still I crave dewy September grass,

Air laced with soul-speckled clover,

Whispered mists and November rain.

The seasons will reveal themselves

Here beside my beloved

With no regard for chapel bells and baggage claim tickets.

I am merely a  child

Pedaling  my brokenness into the fog

To prove the ways of Love.
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