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Under the apple tree

harvesting gold

she leans

on the last flush of summer

and dreams.

Bees gather her calm,

spiders spin up the sun

and high above, breezes

start painting the sky –

for tomorrow

the woolly clouds come.

.

(c) 1993 Betty Hayes Albright

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