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October flames through maples and turns the elm to gold.
November denudes sycamores as night shortens day.
December settles snow upon the pine and buries the sleeping bulb.
I hibernate with knitting and my pen while my soul yearns for spring.
[Katherine M]

kale

I belong to an online writing group for women through The Story Circle Network. Our October writing prompt was to compose a descriptive paragraph using only three or less adjectives. The response was astounding. Everyone’s piece took on a poetic tone. Here is one at this LINK to the blog, Stones and Feathers. My offering is here above the photo of the ornamental kale that decorates my front steps. As all else succumbs to the change in the weather, the kale just grows prettier and prettier.

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