The soft dust of icing In the valley Shrunken to the margins of the fieldsLaid down in stealth through the Darkened hoursA purple stillness whichLater to the sun will yieldAnd warmth will reign the day along For now the sky is powdery and cool The ground compact and hard.
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Ruth Partridge 