Greenhouse benches, sanitized for spring,
Now to dormant respite, these shortened days bring. As cold sub-arctic lips kiss the mirrored lakes, Smoothing out the ripples and long-lost summer wakes. Now, lengthened nights blossom with dancing colored beams And dormancy envelopes even swiftly flowing streams.
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Gene R. StarkA teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America.. Archives
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