Birds fed at seven.
All food gone by eleven.
Squirrels are in heaven.
JDG
Birds fed at seven.
All food gone by eleven.
Squirrels are in heaven.
JDG
Flashes of red, bursts
of blue – cardinals and bluejays –
fireworks flutter
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It’s strange, really, how
a shrunken world expands when
bird song fills the air.
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White fence lining green
field winks in the sun. Horses
contentedly graze.
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The stars and moon greet
all of us here below with
messages of light.
JDG
Gentle breeze teases
fall leaves, making the woods fill
with soft, rustling sighs.
JDG
Early morning frost –
Autumn’s prelude to Winter’s
more challenging white.
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Gusty winds scatter
colorful leaves, creating
a moving picture.
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Slowly the trees burst
into fireless flames and
set the land aglow.
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Just for a moment
the slowly moving clouds blushed
pink at night’s approach.
JDG