The first golden leaf Touches the ground. The gods of autumn Are marked with rust. The sky turns copper and Trees howl in loneliness. The mist starts its journey. Let there be August.
Shadows
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The candlelight glows
as in times very old,
forgotten the secrets
once alive, now untold,
I have passed through the darkness,
my mem’ries it veiled,
b...
Dream
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I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful,
complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and
sunshine f...
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Hootin' Anni's Day Trippin' will be on temporary hiatus! I am in the middle
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Booklist for 'Interesting Times'
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Remember that apocryphal Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting
times"? Well we certainly seem to be living in interesting times at the
moment.
I...
a discourse on intimacy...
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Elizabeth Gilbert writes in her book , 'Committed'...
* "We yearn for private intimacy even though it's emotionally risky. We
yearn for private intimac...
Word Garden Word List--D.H Lawrence
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D.H.Lawrence
Hello my little Listies, and welcome to this week's Word List poetry
prompt! When I was a young adult, I read D.H.Lawrence's "Lady Chatterly'...