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It's utter chaos in the berry-laden Mountain Ash trees today,

a yearly chattering Autumnal feeding frenzy that's now underway,

and ever time we wander near, to rake the leaves or get the mail

the winged visitors shout disapproval, then in a flock, flutter away

for #writeout

A painter's palette: imagining a canvas of changing colors

The green dress is gone, pigments fade with cold, dark nights; in morning, unclothed

A leaf must wonder where it is going, falling from branch limb to ground

When tomorrow comes, all will be different here as hues disappear

Crackle brittle brown - the soil always welcomes you with wide open arms

for #writeout

Limbs snarl, like a map that's contorted in a twisted mirror

The mangrove, gargantuan in its reach, envelopes a world

We're just travelers here, bound inside the looping shadows of a maze

for #MastoPrompt and #writeout

Huddled silent beneath the eaves, the writers share their notes, an esoteric exercise in keeping stories, secret

for #MastoPrompt

Inundation starts with a single drop - the pull of gravity, from ground on sky that never stops - and then, on cue, the deluge begins

for #MastoPrompt

Poetic fragments, like broken snowflakes, melt on contact, dissolving into something akin to memory on skin

for #MastoPrompt

(me) I am root, unseen through time for most of the world's curious eyes, except by you, my tree

(ChatGPT) You are root, Hidden beneath the soil's dark heart, Yet in your presence, I find the start.

(me) I am tendrils, a connected network of information flow, where I am you, stories go

(ChatGPT) Together we weave, a tapestry grand, In the realm of stories, hand in hand.

(me) I am thread, stitching our shared past on an ancient loom, the rustling of leaves, we bloom

(ChatGPT) From the loom's timeless frame, our tale is spun, Two souls connected, together as one.

Written with ChatGPT in alternating verse a #writeout experiment

A leaf disintegrates but never disappears -

from bud on branch to dust, in the blink of a year -

What remains feeds the soil, so that others might appear

for #MastoPrompt

Fork: preparation, every rake getting ready for leaf casserole

for Algot

Sometimes she'll sit, quiet, in the woods, pondering in repose, her auburn hair nestled next to tree branch and bark, another leaf in a time of transition

for #MastoPrompt