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Finding Sea-Shells After Dawn

After dawn
Barefoot still in the
Autumn cool
Over the welcome pebbles
The girl with golden hair
And the white dress
About her went
Looking for sea-shells.

No,
Not romantic, but cool
Of temperature and
Waters soft
That to the feet
In welcome rose and
Rolled.

The winter
That rolled waves above
The pebbles
Adding roaring of pebbles to
Roar of waves and spume
No,
No that winter was not come
For
Autumn had to make its case
Well in the Court of Climes:
And
Yielded not an inch.

The ever-rising sun
Will soon
Dispel the girl and
The sea-shells that remain
Will breathe in quiet
In the rays of day.

Yet
She will come again
After dawn
Barefoot still in the
Autumn cool
Over the welcome pebbles
The girl with golden hair
And the white dress
About her went
Looking for sea-shells.

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A++ again- i love it. thanks and please keep sharing. -shannon