January 2024
Doug Brown
dwbrown49@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a retired firefighter. I am an avid reader who writes pieces to challenge my composition and, one could hope, perhaps sharpen one's awareness. I enjoy shuffling words and flipping through the dictionary. I wish expansive kindness and health to the Verse-Virtue community in 2024.

Sandhill Crane
1 Autumn’s cool air gallops through the woods. An orchid’s six flowering eyes gaze upon yellow mums. Crickets singing fill the glade; November’s ice snaps their encore. Fog blankets the mountain. Crows seen and unseen chased by songbirds Skirting prized pines Felled to tether sails. 2 Wooden ships ply withering gales Crossing Queen Charlottle Sound. A frigid widow maker blows. Sandhill cranes navigate this peril. Their wintering fidelity rests, Seeking a brilliant dancing sun. Deep blue flowers, The desert lupin wavers.
©2024 Doug Brown
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