- Last seen on Oct 24 9:16 AM. Member since March 25, 2006.
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The fields sprawl
breathe mist to show mornings start rose gold in autumn here -
Portraits stare clear eyed
full-lipped youths
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- The Petrifying Well at allpoetry
twenty two years ago this day
I received news - Versailles 3 o'clock at allpoetry
I am sick of beauty that soaks the soul to saturation point ,
drags me under and suffocates my eyes and mind , - each summer at allpoetry
the house martins darted
past my window
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It is one of those real Autumns we get every five years or so, Clare says. She is right. The leaves stay on the trees in time long enough to glow like Girl Guide pennies cleaned in vinegar, instead of being ripped off by grey winds before the chance of an Indian summer of glorious opulence cheers a depressed middle aOctober 24, In Contemplative. 500 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
