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These Bright November Mornings
John I. Blair
On these bright November mornings,
When finches flock onto the feeders
And sunshine on the birdbath
Shatters into blinding shards,
I find it hard to hide my heart
In dark places.
One final autumn rose
Has bloomed beyond the deck
And sheds a fragile fragrance.
I bring it fresh into the house
And sit beside you on the bed
To see you smile.
©2012 John I. Blair
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