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Frost on the Rye

October 25, 2007

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When the clouds turn to stone

and the harvest dies

the Savage Season begins.

Wind no longer holds wing

and the lightning flies South

it is the season of elimination.

Dearest mother Earth

hides her secret of life

and the mind rages against the soul.

It is the season of the cold Sun.

It is the Savage Season.

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3 comments

  1. This is wonderful, I thank you for sharing this !


  2. I love your writing. I came your way via sorrow.


  3. sorrow11,
    Thanks. Thank you for the compliment and for Blogrolling me. You are the first to comment here.

    mermaidsmuse,
    Wow! I’m glad that you like this. Thanks for stopping by.



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