Fall arrived gradually; a clairvoyant forecasting months to come with gentle breezes gradually increasing their persistent nature.
Birch and Alder bathed themselves in brilliant shades of gold and orange, weaving tendrils of color through the unchanging evergreens, prominent groups undisturbed by their somnolent brethren on sunny sloping hills, rustling in a breeze relinquishing their ornamental dress to adorn the ground, dancing around in swirls of color.
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Poetry and Word
PoetryJust an ongoing collection of my poems and random writing I do to keep it all together.
