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Nov 2017
As I take in this beautiful confusion
November's breath is but an illusion ,
misconstrued as something permanent ,
simply frost longing to paint the firmament
A homeward trail , sugar glazed southern
pastry begging for black coffee , chips of
black walnut and pecan , golden apple
stained glass fragmenting portals to nirvana
and beyond
Happy sun , frosted window masterpiece -
Wednesday
Tall , ***** loblolly knights guard this wooded
passageway
Nosey , noisy ravens giving away my location
Aromatic , seedling evergreens to tempt my
imagination* ...
Copyright November 21 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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