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Ripened red berries, weighing down the Rowan tree; birds swarming, beneath

for #writeout

Here, where seconds eat the day away, I am grateful for the way you shepherd the hours with neither venom nor malice, but only with patience of time's forever clock ticking in forward motion

for #writeout via DS106 Daily Create

That rainbow, stretching across house and horizon; Fall rain, arriving

for Algot

On a long walk through woods, I notice only your natural beauty,

but beneath your dress of wood and rock - your back now bent

from the burdens of time and use; our footprints, the weight of the weary,

long, now, these years, and also, worn down to fragile bone - you sigh the sigh of heavens

for #writeout and #ds106

Desolation; a sad song the night wind sings before the mourning

When situated in a cozy corner, lit with book and a beer

A tender flower, grown, in glass vase, with beauty, but now bent, with age

Wandering the field, pondering the plentiful corn husks; a graveyard

Bricks, held tight with words

This tower reaches over voices, heard

Along the outlook of the valley,

speckled by hawks in flight

We walk by day; We write by night

inspired by the Poet's Seat Tower in Western Massachusetts for #writeacrossamerica

Wood Anatomy

On the glass, the anatomist works a focused kind of magic and wonder

pressing threads of cells and fiber, culled from deep within, under

the skin of bark — the dark, glows with light and filament

A frozen window to the past, a glimpse inside the infinite

Inspired by https://sweetgum.nybg.org/science/vh/media-search/multimedia-list/?ResSubType=Photomicrograph&DetSubject_tab=wood%20anatomy for #writeacrossamera