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CYCLE: THE RIPENING, by            
First Line: Demeter's pregnant breath in ray-shot haze
Last Line: The fruited days have also come for me.


Demeter's pregnant breath in ray-shot haze
Clings warmly where the thicket berries turn
From green to dripping purple. And the days
Pass slowly, rich in miracle. The burn
Of sun is golden on the apricot
And ruddy amber on the pear. The stems
Release the rose-dipped peach; and in the lot
The juice-crisp apples are Aladdin's gems.

Then when the long day sleeps and fruited limbs
Stand black against moon-whitened skies, we stroll
Down to the frayed old swing. My memory skims
The years since first we felt the orchard's soul.
And now I know beneath the apple tree
The fruited days have also come for me.





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