Shepherdesses

Weather be with us who wither within
Wavering want withholds those who win in the end
When winter winds wince while wilting begins again
Wizened and windswept, will nothing remain when rains return?
Will horse take reins as whiskey restrains with a burn?
A flame well earned
Lesson well learned
on a journey that turned as much as it twisted
As I drift into this chapter fifth
as insisted by sisters
To step back through the mist to
rescue the sore and the blistered
To roar with both wrists that I’m glad we resisted falsehood
Kissed goodbye with a fist the Faustian balsa wood box
that locked down our pendulum, held back our clock’s tick tocks
What hindered the harvest now thickens the crops

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