Many autumns ago, driving through a rural area, I noticed the bare tree limbs resembled the lingering smoke in the sky after a fireworks display.
It inspired this poem.
Many autumns ago, driving through a rural area, I noticed the bare tree limbs resembled the lingering smoke in the sky after a fireworks display.
It inspired this poem.
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Nice.
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Autumn is my favorite time of year and the New Mexico cottonwoods, aspen and maple trees were truly ablaze. Thank you for capturing what my heart feels when I see those incredible leaves. Not so bad here! We have a βFourth of July Canyonβ in the East Mountains. β₯οΈ
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Great! Thanks!
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