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Dryad

I sing your name
In counterpoint
To music beating slow -

Of new green leaves
On ancient trees
In the forest
We grew to know

When damp mossed stumps
Touch rotting clumps
We hear the sun
Call your eyes home

I sing your name
In harmony
To autumn's mould'ring glow

4/28/21

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© Huw Powell
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