of the harvest
the harpy is said to
have seven skins
what we bring-
we destroy.
precocious
cold open blue
covers the sky.
frost filled earth
meets her here
all the
time.
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Great form and line breaks! Those first two stanzas work together so well.
I love this little extended observations. The language is beautiful.
What we bring- we destroy.
Absolutely love it!