Bigleaf maple leaves
mix with bronzed oak detritus
crunching underfoot
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Seated in the bow of the red canoe, it glides silently along beside floating cormorants. We slip beneath the overhang of lush, emerald-green leaves clinging tightly to the tree branches that tug at my hair, while worries clutch my mind. Maryland feels like uncharted territory to me - what could be hidden in the green fingers brushing through my hair? Ticks or black widow spiders? Are water snakes lurking in the murky, slow-moving current?
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
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Fantastic! 🧡🩷🧡🩷
Loved the crunching under foot 😉😉
Another autumn memory from when I was personal groundskeeper for several customers when I was younger. Raking all those leaves and leaving them covering some plants watching them make good fertilizer for gardens. Good job.
Oooh, detritus. Awesome word choice here, generally pretty evocative with negative connotations, but here it feels beautiful. Instantly made me think of the smell of jumping into a pile of fresh raked leaves