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Written by Mary Ann Bracewell
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Tis the Season of love
Tis the Season, one time of year when the motions of life consumes our every thought.
One time and space when material desires diminish into fuzzy inklings of worlds that once were.
As leaves fall from Autumn trees, and cover the waiting earth, fingers touch, eyes embrace with soft winds creating an inner peace.
Souls entwine, willing the trees to swoon, the sun to shine, whispering arid winds, refreshing cool rains.
Tis this time, tis this Season, when the meeting of souls wills the birds to sing sweet summer songs in the cold December snow.
Tis the Season of love...
Mary Ann Bracewell
writer/poet
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