The Conjurer
First I will conjure autumn,
To turn the green to brown.
The birds and beasts shall disappear
And every leaf drop down.
Then I will conjure winter,
To turn the brown to white,
To lock you in a frozen waste
Of dark, deep, deadly night,
Surrounded by the blackness,
The only living thing;
Till you repent, and call to me,
And I will conjure spring.
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George J. Dance
2017
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