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the spider

where do colors go when light fades away, when time for day has flourished, do all turn a grey, existing not in darkness night, required, obtained appreciation by light, are colors still present in the blind, or restored by morning, only ployed in the mind, do each notice these colors and of eaches value savor, or is light a distance traveled by whom enjoy each emotional flavor, where does the color go when color goes away   for the kiss that never came, wonder if it dissolved by rain, or

charlchard

charlchard

under slumber

under slumber, among the first, of a summers rainy eve. 'tis the drizzle to the ground, a trickling breeze, to bring the down, but louder is silence between each flicker and emanate alliance, of echoing thunder, echoing softly till a trickling breeze and the last rain drops, on thankful leaves, please, whispers in the breeze, come in further, chimes the cymbal trees, the grass shrugs, its frazzled hulls ripple and sway adrift some inanimate ocean, passing vibrantly, through each gazing sip

charlchard

charlchard

the molded tufts which abound

the molded tufts which abound, rich with stuff covers the ground.  sage, mustard and bitter brush rage up to the rays blaze, of our suns descending  mush.  pushing on through sailors delight, beyond mountains of melting silhouettes  drawing night.  clouds tumble weed into piles, a barrel roll cascading hazel blue.  scene of some odd forty miles, juniper species in their crouching hue.  dark green contorted spires separating vision into foreground and sky.  choral speaking red-winged blackbirds c

charlchard

charlchard

word art

oh my gosh!  would you look at that squirrel.  see it whorl, hear its hissing?  what is it and why are those birds... as i write more happening quickly  than for words.   is a bit of wheat gluten such a cause for brawling?  well i declare that intrepid squirrel has up and caught that starling.  oh my and in its teeth it clutches.  a diving into the bush a scrambling the such is.  then poking up through the poke orange leavess' freezes, squirrel dangling a mouth full of feathers, merrily.   just

charlchard

charlchard

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