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The fullness of night nestled the meadow. The firmament forgot to draw it's drapes, while November's breath kissed the loam with lace. Soon to be..

The black road top is wet from rain, and an ashen ridge of clouds creates an overhang. The job of the sun is not yet seen, as he climbs for the..

alabaster glow circumvents the heated sun for silken delights

This is what happens when you live with your granny. She makes up stuff then sings to you. Sometimes she will even spell at you and say- "Granny..

Autumn's adornment was cast down by an ill wind cause - death by - Winter

tall grassy meadow bedded down an yearling doe veiled in a wheat pall

Balladeà Moi A unique format with 3 seven or eight-line stanzas and a four line envoi, that repeats the last four rhymes of the penulti..

bucolic passage whispers to the wind skirting-leaves ease along the walkway the wind barks and the trees tremor as the wooden pathway moans beneat..

Choke 9 lines: 5 7 5 7 5 7 5 7 7