poetry
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The Porch Light Hour
The sidewalk rests beneath the fading day, small-town lights glow warm along the way. Porch lamps bloom where soft shadows stay, a quiet pause where evenings gently play… Continue reading
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Road Leads
The road runs west where daylight bends, gold lingers soft where evening ends… Continue reading
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Carries River’s Past
She waits where the river chooses to slow, stone-set grace in patient flow. Her walls remember gears and hand, the careful rise, the soft command. Though voices fade and years move on, she holds the past and carries on… Built… Continue reading
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The Faithful Ole Gate
She leans in silence, years drift by, her boards still guard each hopeful sigh.Though time has dimmed her oak and gleam, she keeps memories latched in weathered dreams… Continue reading
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Boarded Memories
She blushes in the dying light, her boarded windows glowing soft despite. Along her walls where shadows roam, the sunset writes its name before drifting home… I’ve photographed the old Robinette Schoolhouse before, but I couldn’t resist capturing it again… 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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Crimson Grace
She paints the sky in crimson hue, while evening breeze wanders through. The trees turn soft in shadowed grace, as lovers meet in their quiet place… 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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Autumn’s Golden Waltz
Rhythmic beauty flows with ease, whispering warmth upon the breeze. A gentle pulse, a fleeting sigh, before the chill of soft goodbye… Continue reading
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Twilight’s Waltz
Dancing on heaven’s edge, day and night in twilight’s hold, each step a soft flame in crimson bold. For one breathless moment, time surrenders its endeavor, they meld into forever… Continue reading
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Where Thistles Lean
In twilight’s hush, where embers flow, two thistles sway as soft winds blow. Though thorns may crown their slender frame, they cling as one, through joy and flame. Their edges gleam, their spines defend, yet heart to heart, their roots… Continue reading
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Dawn Ascends Her Throne
As darkness surrenders to dawn’s soft splendor, an awakening world embraces a touch so tender… Continue reading
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