Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
I cherish the boldness of color!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I enjoyed being less tentative than usual in creating this.
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