if there is another earth the only hope for its survival is for us to never reach its shores


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first frost a dusting of powdered sugar to sweeten the skull cookies

apple picking after an hour they all look good to me

city skyline the half moon a safe distance away from the construction crane

like being born again the rescue of miners trapped in the earth's womb

when opportunity knocks there's a door that won't open with a key we can't find

views from the doctor's office the 'v' of the geese not making any sound

10/10/10 the brilliant colors of maples repeating themselves

just passing by a small handprint on the sculpture of a leaf

near 90 in October the trees have already shed their green clothing

november elections if I close my eyes and pick someone will the results be any different

refusing a magic marker the young girl says the pumpkin already has a face

little church on the prairie attended by a faithful group of asters

in a sudden spurt of inspiration the grasshopper stays ahead of my dust

along grant's trail a few doves on the power lines while the peacocks are silent

expulsion of roma the french government upset over the semantics of ethnic cleansing

the stage set for polar bears in the dimming of the northern lights

cold front the jet stream dividing the country in half

with berries held tight as a fist the sudden redness of dogwood leaves

late september the pond slows down to a heron's watch