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There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …
The mists lay soft on the valleyan emptiness shrouded and stillthe chill in the air went through meas a tune …
With leisurely pause,admiring its own reflectionin the faint ripples of a quiet stream,a rising sun considerswith what tints, to paint this …
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of …
Just north of El Prado, the land slopes down toward Hondo Valley. A green Forest Service truck and vintage motorbikes …
She flits among the holly leaves,a tiny dappled short-winged wren;she sings with joy above the eaves,announcing hope throughout the glen. …
What wrecks you make, crushed with fly swatters. We see only your distress, caught bentwinged by geckos or wrens. A …