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Pods of summer crowd around the door;
I take them in the autumn of my hands.
Last night I heard the first cold wind outside;
the wind blew soft, and yet I shiver twice:
Once for thin walls, once for the sound of time.
~ William Stafford
I like the phrases "pods of summer" and "autumn of my hands". Reading this poem makes me shiver, too! How about you?