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stillme

thought you knew me
wind and rain –
a year without a summer
as fortune spun
of maple
– silver plum

barns awaited filling
was there
I held you softly

fit me
as I fit you well –

back against the dawn

slow the will
from starting
a spare of winter graces
 nightime fell to whispers –
 love me more

as garnered
by surrender –

one last golden autumn
as I am come
the ways

of summer storm

. . .