Rooms of crepe mertle
soar over my wooden fence-
a house of flowers.
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- Feeling a littlesinusy this morningin a fall-like ...
- Michelangeloclouds float in the evening sky;where ...
- Suddenly the airthickened, sucking all my breathaw...
- Watching as the specksof evening light splash my f...
- As morning brokeI saw five deer leaping thougha fi...
- The morning wind iswhispering in my ears thingsI'd...
- Violent thunderstormshave brought unseasonablecool...
- Corn stalks soar overmy fence; where in the hell a...
- The hollow in mystomach tells me summer's over-the...
- Something in me lovesan indomnatable spirit-I don'...
- Rooms of crepe mertlesoar over my wooden fence-a h...
- Trees sag with heavyloads of over-ripe greenessas ...
- The pink of morningpeeps in my window laternow as ...
- I know summer's notover yet, but my heart achesto ...
- Something beautifulabout the violence oflate summe...
- What are those small, whiteflowers blooming on the...
- A tiny momentof calm and peace before thewheel mov...
- Bright new weeds have sprungtheir heads among the ...
- Lazy summer greenhas spread in all directions,pill...
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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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