Autumn leaves astir Whispering their golden hush
Carolina Wren
Meandering Throughout the forest glen One chilly morn in early spring, I spied a wounded Carolina wren.
10-line Poem Challenge #4: Amphion
There’s nothing like a morning cup, Or maybe two, Of morning brew.
Music of the Mind
On leaves the words and syllables advanced; To music of the mind they rose and danced.
10-line Poem Challenge #3: Sacred Signia
The forest glen her new repose for thought A sunny view When there she found herself, all else forgot, Or little knew.
Quenched
Parched, the thirsty soil cries out, Longing for relief from drought, Respite from the heat.
10-line Poem Challenge #2: Quinnette
All along the winding trail Misty sunlight hangs its veil On the boughs of trees.
Dark Side of the Moon 
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