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Earth freezes
when the comet
spreads his tail
like a dove.
She covers tiny trees
against the frost
and watches
till the fan of indigo
folds and disappears.
Once in a lifetime
or a thousand years
it matters not,
she’ll know him
by his steel blue
when he comes again.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised)