A lonesome heron
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
He awoke in a wildern
wood
cool in the morning air
and wandered his way to warmth
and water
and reaching
down into the stream
The glorious bronze Sycamore leaf departed from her home in the trees in mid-November She was not the first leaf to leave* so to speak and s...
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