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September 2009 
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Posted on Jan 5th, 2009
by 
Donan
Donan
It is winter
The cold rain has driven
All colour from the trees
Iced branches snap
Crash to the ground
Jagged stubbs remain
The darkening sky
Cries warning
All is vanquished
Bleak, forgotten
Those broken branches
Crackling heat of yesterdays growth
Were never so much tragedy
As might have seemed
A soft fire glows in my hearth
I am warm
I am contented
I am home
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