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Paint River
by
Kimberly Osburn
A crisp, gentle breeze paints changing hues,
mirrored by the stream.
Always moving as time passes by, nothing stays the
same.
Sounds of dusk surround my thoughts of seasons long
ago. The same trees
stand along the shore that time has left alone.
Clouds of mist deepen their beauty as darkness
falls once more. Promises
of tomorrow cross the horizon in waves of pink and
gold.
Gardens of color touched by the winds beyond these
cliffs of change.
Forget-me-nots, iris, and carpets of green adorning
nature's realm.
White birch and pines reach to the sky, swaying in
the night. Dreams
from the past return on clouds of long forgotten
thoughts.
Porcupine mountains and miles of blue will stay
forever more. Streams of
dew caress the rocks - polished by their touch.
The north woods will patiently wait again, it is
here my spirit
stays...... traveling in dreams on an eagle's wing
upon a gentle breeze.
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