The First Turning
Rain Darkens the Fence
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain restoring color to a sun-bleached fence, while a clinging leaf, a blurred pasture, and water moving…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain restoring color to a sun-bleached fence, while a clinging leaf, a blurred pasture, and water moving…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on an empty clothesline in early autumn, where the absence of summer laundry, a resting sparrow, and clothes drying…
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