the black hills

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this Autumn morning

where lies the first light of dawn

behind a black hill

darkness crowds at a window

concealing a golden light

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all through these woodlands

have I not been here before

where all these paths lead

but still should I not explore

the far reaches of my heart

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where once we walked

the wind racing through pine needles

light! dancing shadows

a dog chasing the red fox

what courses these memories?

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