The red maple is
like sitting under stained glass
that moves in the wind.
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- I awoke to snow;just lightly dusting all thelast b...
- The afternoon graywas swept away by cold windsstin...
- Little yellow treestill hangs on to the last oflat...
- I feel old today.I am footsore and tiredand missin...
- Night falls so quicklythere is a comfort in darkth...
- Birds peck the sparse grassstoring up fuel for lat...
- The sun is hidingbehind the grayish blue clouds-mo...
- As dead leaves give chase,the birds also fly awayf...
- The lone yellow treehangs onto her leaves in spite...
- Frost Spreads veins of white-I'm not ready for thi...
- Elegant oak armstwist and turn toward the skyfree ...
- Otto sits munchingon a bone to freshen his breath;...
- The cardnal is peckingat the dead leaves in my yar...
- The leaves hurt my eyeswith their dying reds and b...
- The pink of sunsettouches the newly bare treeswith...
- The stars are closernow that the skies are changin...
- Pockets of dead leaves driftin the flotsom of the ...
- The tree outside mykitchen window stubbornlyholds ...
- Coppery oak leafsrustle in the evening breeze,whis...
- An icy, cold rainkeeps me huddled near the fire,do...
- The light is tiltingthrowing sideways shadows onwi...
- The view is clearernow; the trees show lovely bone...
- The leaves scatter toweave a carpet on the groundo...
- Last day of beauty-I fear the rain is comingto was...
- The red maple islike sitting under stained glassth...
- The wasp is dying;its faint buzzes and shuttersech...
- The leaves on the ground swirl around like confett...
- The calm, slow Eveningwatches as the sun goes down...
- Falling back againinto night as black as coal,can'...
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Purpose
- 365 Days
- Prairie Grove, Arkansas, United States
- My plan is to post a Tanka, Haiku, or another short breath of some sort daily, and to include pictures of the outdoors at least twice a week. I want this to be an exercise in living in the moment and disciplined writing.
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