Bird migrations, angled rays
of sunshine, marking shorter days; rouging apples, dewy grass soon to frost like crystalled glass; From bumblebees a busy hum ‘round aster and chrysanthemum; woodpile stacked, a heaping hill; windows closed against the chill; Burrowed turtles, misting waters, rounded prows of pregnant daughters. A Fall replete with tidal surge; a great retreat, a great emerge. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 22: 59 words, TOTAL = 3262; 56,738 remaining
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Jonathan
10/3/2019 09:23:07 pm
The master.
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Carl Bromwich
10/3/2019 09:39:15 pm
Nice!
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AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs. Archives
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