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For My Belle by Bean Sawyer

Until you came into my life,
I’d forgotten the night had a voice.
Barking fox and hunting owl shout,
while snail and moth whisper.
Trees hush me a lullaby like a creeping tide
shifting pebbles on the shore.
You held me while it spoke,
hiding harvestmen in your folds.
Wrapped in you I slip into wild dreams
waking to the tidings of crows,
while lazy dawn shadows dance
on your canvas cloak.