Green Are, Poem and Photography from my Garden
Green are the leaves that grow between birds
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Outside my window, playing hide and seek with the sky.
And green are the last of my vineyard’s hopes too,
Among rusty leaves, the last of a summer of grapes.
The Rose at the End of my Garden, a poem
If you walk through the garden and follow the path,
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Past the spot where the dogs love to nap,
Past the corner and up a step,
Past the grass that’s half sun, half shade…