Landscape
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Her Golden Wait
The golden reach of an April sunset slants low across the yielding grass, tracing her silvered bark and brittle lace before the winter’s shadows pass… Continue reading
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Stitched in the Breeze
Her blossoms gather on the waking trees, like little clouds stitched softly to the breeze… Continue reading
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Kissed by Heaven
She lies beside the path, small and easily passed by, yet holds the whole blue sky within her quiet eye; no mighty sea is she, yet just as fair above—a humble mirror shimmering with heaven’s love… Continue reading
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Harvest Heart
Her quiet kingdom, peaceful and serene, where love resides within fields of green… Continue reading
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Evening Without End
The river holds the sun in quiet flame, where day and night in whispered colors blend. Clouds drift, shadows soften all the same, and time forgets the need to ever end… Continue reading
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Restless Winds of March
She bends in the March breeze, her brittle limbs groan with weary ease; dry grass sighs in hushed refrain, as time clings to what remains… Continue reading
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Hope in the Shallows
The February thaw paints gold on reeds and amber shallows, where hope awakens softly beyond winter’s sorrows… Continue reading
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Season’s Bend
She curves through winter’s bare wood, toward sunlight and hidden green; where February stubbornly stood, spring waits just past the scene… Continue reading
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Forest’s Fading Light
Deep in the forest, void of sight, a fragile branch holds fading light. Its final leaves in amber glow, catch golden whispers drifting low… Continue reading
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Before the Snow
Her path of gold, a sunlit floor, of autumn days that came before. I walk these woods of rust and light, before the winter turns the morning white… Continue reading
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Ohio’s Edge at Dusk
At dusk the path hugs Ohio’s side, where golden lamps and shadows glide. She drifts along, both dark and deep, with secrets that the currents keep. Through quiet bends and silvered glow, she carries ghosts of long ago; the steamboats… Continue reading
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Quiet Flame at Dusk
She leans low, a quiet flame, peeking through trees turned dark and still; light slips between their shadowed frames, soft gold surrendering to evening’s will…. Continue reading
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