Bringing in the begonias

There was a hint last night Of frost in the anxious air. My neighbor is digging up Her begonias. Tall and spare, She carries her eighty years As easily as though Each were a feather, as if Time were as light as snow. She's weathered many a frost -- Even so, it's nice To have a blossom or two When the panes are coated with ice.

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