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Black against light sky
Bright flowers blown ; bare branches now
Reach beseechingly.
Reluctant sun hangs
Sending thin light and pinkness
To clouds sleek as cats
Now paling, blue grey,
I see mauve dying into dark
Night sky edges in
The blackness awaits;
Dreams dangle like stringed balloons
A new born gurgles
How full the holly!
Forsythia large and darker,
Birds shelter wisely
How my heart sings 