Even after a heavy rain,
last year’s leaves, now
brown, hold fast to
what was home. Some
have scattered, though, across soggy
ground, joining pine
needles and moss
in shades of brown
and washed-out green. And in the trees,
hanging upside
down, a red-headed
woodpecker swings
JDG
aholdingplace 
Lovely – I could see the view and almost smell the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Thanks for sharing this with us! Kathleen
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Ha! Once again, you have that verbal paint brush in your hand! (Did you see my comment about ‘Home’?)
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I did, Shell, and I appreciate your image of a verbal paint brush, especially since I have so little facility with an actual paint brush. Warmly, Joan
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