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concealing sweetness spreads white, on all made before lushly sheltering birds' first food in next year's store

I look out every day onto a row of four very old willows, which probably grew next to a drainage ditch before it was piped and built over to make the road I live on. ++++ Rachel's trees series inspired me to write about them, but I felt it a bit cheeky to post a poem until they became a subject for the IP ++++ Photo of two of them taken with my iPhone

Tied wild tamed by gold spray fussily ossified bright red in gloss green sway where feasting blackbirds ride

Breaking News! Karl Maquinghen, the fisherman who gave the alert of the bodies floating on the sea, has twenty-one years’ experience on the sea, want...

I have no say in it I play no part in it I did nt vote on it I did nt join its fan club It just happens And will go on happening “It’s okay to not be...

if you only knew how much your drinking shrinks your family’s souls many days of pain and misery are felt and yet they forgive you. Years ago a grown...

Image: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license. Author : Sailko

scattering sparkle specks outlast family trees bully wind's brash frolics fresh gold unfurlings tease

fossilised Life's dark fires strings of electric sweets skimming crystal empires as blue sky's bright heart beats