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Gathering Honey

There are no words for how I feel
when the Sun slides down the hillside pouring honey
Dusk trying to angle the flow faster than… 99 more words

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Leaves and me

It’s coming -
Fall -
and I wonder how in combination I will be with that verb
Leaves and me
releasing
dropping
Nudged by winds we didn’t invite… 38 more words

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