By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 19, 2017 Stilled Moment By MaryhaleWoolsey When older eyes scan tall October hills,Seeking the bright mosaic of yesterday,And find, instead, the summit hoary white,Contoured against cloudbanks of sullen gray …Time becomes one stilled moment, sharply etchedUpon the heart – and winter’s frigid handForetouches life, as first snow early fallingDims the warm splendor of the autumn land. (1955) ...
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