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Next Month I Will Be Gone

Next Month I will be Gone

I called her the Fire Moon

rising burnt orange

over cottonwoods

whose heart shaped leaves

rustled inĀ  harmony.

Next month I will be gone. 83 more words

Poems

the beginning of farewell

For so many years,
loving this land
of steep rocky ridges
and deep green ferned hollows,
the longing now
is for the salt drenched air… 44 more words

Ozarks