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The First Frost

by Judith K. Witherow



Hold back,

Hold back I say.


Be slow to trample

over gardens

green and yielding

awesome bounty

 without ceasing.


Cloak still in warmth

the fragrant rose

and mighty sunflower

bent ground-low with

 swollen seed.


And cast no shadow

on the leaf

that when removed

will crazy-quilt

 its summer sheen.


Nor toe dance across

the mountaintop

swirling and whirling

leaving winter

 in your wake.


Hold back,

 Hold back I say.

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