Orion has tracked
the heavy scent and
muddy steps of summer
through its steamy days,
blinding rains, and
days of dense fog.
He stands poised
at the edge of autumn
and peers
into its dark cave
filled with glittering stars.
Orion rises
and glances over his shoulder . . .
is that the icy breath of winter?
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The embroidered strip of felt and the accordion book of my flower photos to be continued during week 4, making it easy to grab 5 minutes a d... -
Assignment (or The Student's Lament) Use each of your spelling words in a sentence. I can't think of a sentence for hope . Use ea...
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