Poem: Which Season Is This?

Look at that quaking aspen Dancing in the breezy sky. Soon it’s leaves will turn gold As the starry summer grows old. Look up at that dark-eyed Junco Singing among crisp blue mountains. Soon he migrates to a new home Into the cypress south biome. Look at that human in flannel Beholding the passing of... Continue Reading →

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