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#sweetgrass
The blustery east wind gathers the fragrant   Warm Springs high desert mountain sage, cascading downhill through Dry Creek pass surging downward from above the Hood River valley, with breath of sky's bouquet of billowing aromatic avalanche, gushing of heaven's zephyr The poignant sudden starkness of fiery autumn leaves letting go whirling ― falling helter skelter, pushed urgently flying westbound, beckoned franticly by distant whispered ocean bellows blowin' in the winds     of change ― Adrift across Parkdale mountain meadows, Coyote  bent, paw trodden ripe sweet grasses, pungent  with waft of mountain sage and fermenting apples fallen ― the waxing silence of the marvelous moon echoes  just beyond the Lost Lake of the Woods, its golden orange crescent dances on clear lake ripples, high perched sky reflection lapping the moon kissed shoreline  ― alone ―   The Sliver of the Moon, skinny lithe unripened youth arching as unsated        summer love  ―   sage memories waxing and waning, whiffs of honeyed Jasmine writhing witherings, coalescent     time drifts onward ―    unstoppable changes never turning around looking back to see their fading reflection     recurring ―    august rivers 2017 *note to self: September 15, 16 east wind Breathing Waft of lingering Mountain Sage another Autumn soon comes* ... and I'm getting older too
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Waft of Mountain Sage
It was a sweetgrass serenade singing up serotonin through the cavalcades and ramparts that I had been using to barricade my heart It was a sweetgrass serenade and when I let those sweet words slip off my tongue just like syncopated honey into the three-stranded braid of me and you and Creation taking us into those outer places where we can occupy other spaces It was a sweetgrass serenade and on our journey to the moon is where I wonder who is following us cause on our way back I could feel the exodus of my past, you know the part that no longer serves. And in its place... It was a sweetgrass serenade singing up serotonin filling up that empty pocket with a force of positivity. Looks like We found a lifeway time to let it shine and step into deep play
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May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 9:19 PM UTC
Belly River Song