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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3916 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Autumn Horses Seaandbell (Debi Carwell) dejected in withered pasture trapped in rectangles of frail light they stare sadly, munching their brittle granola curved back, shivering flank, their souls galloped away with the last sweet grass, unimpressed with fiery trees or autumn’s smoky perfume Second Tree: bathed in the light of a sudden, blazing elm, (a Time Square of an elm), heart-stoppingly lit with a million stories, a mélange of rustling summer tales passionately spoken in tongues of flame, each shouting about a day of glory, their hour of rain, then exhausted, spent, spiral away slowly to join a mound of storytellers settling softly in the crisp pages of the old book below Third View: moving into shallow trees, the last few vestiges of wild clothing cling, a few neon leaves, summer stripping her long, sultry nights the mountains, in shaggy brown coats roar their defiance. winter coming |
