Lady’s Brawl / O’ She Will Bring

(Hope Atheran)

She will bring the birds in the spring
and laugh among the flowers.
In summer’s heat, her kisses are sweet.
She sings in leafy bowers.

She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
when fruits of fall surround her.
Her bones grow old and wintry cold.
She wraps her cloak around her.


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