seasons
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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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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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Winter’s Surrender
She drifts through clouds in rolling silk, to tease the Old Man’s frozen heart; her sunset breath, like honeyed milk, tears his silvered world apart. Upon the lake, her pearly glow seduces ice to liquid fire; he clings to frost… 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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Echoes of Autumn Light
I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white, while I crave the ghost of… Continue reading
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Embers in the Cold
Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow… Continue reading
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Dawn’s Waiting Hope
A new year lifts with dawn, soft gold spilling over yesterday’s shadows. Her hope rising with the sun, whispering new stories, waiting to be written… Wishing everyone a blessed and happy new year! 🎉🥂 Continue reading
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Quiet Radiance
Her fleeting glow, a memory dear, a quiet radiance lingers near… Continue reading
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Fire at Autumn’s Edge
At the field’s edge in blazing red she stands, whispering desires to the autumn wind. With every trembling leaf she bares her heart, daring the world to taste the fire within… Continue reading
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Gratitude’s Journey
Down the long autumn road, where gold and ember glow, a grateful heart can smooth the bumps no matter where I go… Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving! Continue reading
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Autumn’s Golden Isle
Cradled in November’s evening light, the golden isle ascends in gleaming flight. A tender dream through twilight’s stream, shimmering on still waters, soft as night… Continue reading
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Beneath the Veil
The world sighs beneath her silver veil, where light and shadow weave their tale… Continue reading
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