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Where did the green of summer go?
As seasons dance, the year grows old
And verdant fields are turning gold.
Though midday sun still warms the earth
The seeds of yet another birth,
The secret treasure of the grain,
As gilded seas, drink summer rain.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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