The first fine frosty morning
of fall.
Every branch,
every blade of grass,
picked out in patterns
of wispy white.
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Poet. Pastor. Priest.
The first fine frosty morning
of fall.
Every branch,
every blade of grass,
picked out in patterns
of wispy white.
Diana Elizabeth Carroll