leaves dropping
leaves blowing
leaves on the ground
what all this amounts to
are bare trees and loneliness
Moonbathing
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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leafless tree limbs
tickle this evening's clouds
sunset's smile
__Ahhhh... such daily honor to life: sunsets, that you have deeply shown, Adelaide.
Thank you, Doug.
No sunset today. . .we are expecting snow.
Adelaide
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