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TIDAL ESCAPE

Mauve melancholia
In a deep purple sea.
Washes with a grey rain
Forming blackcaps that roll to a muddy shore.
On a distant red horizon.
An electric pink sun sets
Midst aqua sky and ocean.
A solitary sea-swept raft
Surfs the blackcaps unmindfully
To neither horizon nor shore.
Content completely to abide by the tide.

Laura King

SEASON OF ENDINGS

Wind traveling far above them,
Leaves litter the ground on which they walk.
Passion lingers here for the autumn lovers,
Blending with the succumbing scent of

the fiery rakings of fallen canopy.
Awakened colors still on the trees,
The bittersweet sensation of romance in the air.
Though the birds still sing in the emptying boughs,
The end of nature's charage is near.
Slowly, the branches are bared, the chill grows deeper,
Leaving behind the aches of those who have loved,
In the season of endings.

Carol Gaunt/ett

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