poem
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Between Worlds
The sky fell down to meet the deep, where silver clouds and willows sleep; she leans across the water in quiet grace, her green whispers tracing a mirrored face… Since this photo is a little on the busy side, I… Continue reading
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Dressed in Gold
She leans through petals, soft and slow, a whisper dressed in amber glow… Continue reading
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Heaven’s Threshold
Gray yields to an amber blaze, a golden fracture in the haze. It is not light alone we see, but a fleeting glimpse of Majesty… Continue reading
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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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Her Shimmering Promise
She wears the melting frost like diamonds, a silver veil for the morning light. Cold winter’s ghost is fading now, as spring awakens, soft and bright… I took this photo after a crisp autumn frost began to melt, but the… 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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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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Doorway to Yesterday
Her weathered skin of fading white still guards the secrets of the light. A hollow chest where memories sleep, and ivy-tangled promises keep; she holds her breath in shadow-gray, a doorway to a yesterday… Continue reading
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Twilight’s Touch
Her slender limbs reach, holding the sun’s scarlet blush, night’s first quiet touch… Continue reading
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