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Exhibitions:

Descent of Winter

The leaves lay thickly strewn across the street
Where peoples’ shoes the pavement meet
Where cars en route to work progress
And soon the gray of rain will beat

Ere long the trees shall barren stand
And chilled by wind from far ‘way land
No coat or scarf of wool to warm
And no thick gloves to save their hand

The crystal flakes may soon descend
And cold will freeze the river’s bend
To leave the steam from cups and breath
And hope to reach the winter’s end