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Secret Language
What secret language do the reindeer speak when tender autumn hovers, trembling hanging in frost edged grey dawn aira foreshadowing of frigid cold to come. Frosted copper leaves have fallen the towering trees stripped bare for brittle winter ice is comingso they hover ever… Continue Reading “Secret Language”
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Wisdom
In youth there was no search for deeper meaning, no soul seeking of the truest of truths only laughing, loving, leaving, and living, not caring what each tomorrow would bring. For I knew without fail the brilliant sun would shine, a luscious full moon… Continue Reading “Wisdom”
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The Rainbow Child
Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?” ― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions The colors of her kaleidoscope soul spill into the world wherever she wanders and roams Like satin ribbons streaming in zephyr’s arms, she spreads her radiant purity… Continue Reading “The Rainbow Child”
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Autumn’s Hum
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” ― Humbert Wolfe Autumn’s color now magnified by the melodic hum of nesting birds and honeybees preparing their winter homes. And when exquisite… Continue Reading “Autumn’s Hum”
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Cloudless Bluebird Sky
“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.” ― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander Under a cloudless bluebird sky picturesque autumn ambles in dressed in finest colors of amber, scarlet, gamboge, and I anticipating the… Continue Reading “Cloudless Bluebird Sky”
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The Fickleness of Autumn
Through the filigreed golden veil of dawn October drifts in on a seductive breeze kissing the wavering vibrant leaves, hovering, unsure of what hues will pleasethe fickleness of the autumn season. Mornings fresh and brisk evoke, a yearning for my tattered sweater, wrapped in… Continue Reading “The Fickleness of Autumn”
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A Gentle Sigh
And since you hung the moon now that you’ve gone, will it slip from the skyand float away into the dark river under the watchful eye of the wise all knowing owl? And as I watch from my fortress windowwill you whisper to meon… Continue Reading “A Gentle Sigh”
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