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In the woods: laughter; the sound, like a falling rain, and what comes after

No single leaf falls without a sound - even if no one's around to listen - the ground hears it, the critters, too

Some days, the forest music shimmers uncertain:

like buds in Spring the ice of Winter the crunch of Autumn the breeze of Summer

So we meander in, quiet, and wander along, with ears open, hoping for song

A twisting story of dead flowers and of vines twines through the backyard

The first in a phase, a New Moon silhouetted, bent against the sky

Constellations swirl in cosmic dust; all of us together as one

Fingertip measure: peppercorn and other spice give pep to the dish

'tis the season for neither rhyme nor reason — no, wait — I rhymed that line that time — oh darn, and there I go again — forgive me, my friend, and allow me to make amends — oops, well, I suppose it's a songwriter's curse, and what's worse is that I actually tried — no, wait, hold that: I lied

for #ds106 Daily Create

Neither a rat race nor snail's pace – we walk along keeping our own pace

Sunshine deception: what looks warm from the inside chills you on the out

for Algot

The water whispers mist – a kettle of white tea cooling in a cup