Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Of the Pale Tide When the Moon Has Set
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No need for bling and boom,
Still and dun hold mystery enough,
Each passing year
Needing less to make a day
And less again,
Withering to truth.
—Title and thought from Yeats.
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Far from Atlanta
Paradise
The Sting of Sunrise
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Arctic Jungle
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The Fallow FIeld
Front-Runner
Aquamarine
Sailing
The Space Between
Told On the Wind In the Woods
Understanding
Before Daybreak
Ice Dogs
Sliders
Common
Herbicide, the Writing
Of the Pale Tide When the Moon Has Set
Skater In The Change
The Gift
Her
Vapor
I Heard the Sound of Coming Spring
January Expansive
Powerless in the Polar Vortex
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