Seedling...
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Rebecca Navarre
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An emotional wave, as the summer
fades. And the color of the leaves
turn so bright, underneath the sunsets
golden light. As the geese begin to take
formation in flight, before the cold, cold
winter nights. Before the snow flakes
come tumbling down, before winter turns
everything around. Into a frosted play
ground, and nature falls asleep so sound.
Until the first seedling of spring is found.
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