Stephen Andersen Editor
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Written by Gemini AI The sun has climbed the ancient fell, To wake the valley from its sleep; Within the silent, leafy dell, The morning shadows linger deep. The skylark mounts on trembling wing, To lose itself in boundless blue; No longer does the winter cling, To blades of grass and beads of dew. The…
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By Stephen Andersen Chased from the garden, wind biting The season’s change unexpected Dormant perennials resting Winter sunshine is soft to the eye Promises of spring to succor Beckoning by cloudless blue sky Soil to prepare, no easy sod Holes to dig wielding mattock and shovel Thin soil tops layers of thirsty clay clod The…
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Golden leaves drift down—the table fills with laughter,home warms from within. Harvest moon rising,gratitude in quiet breaths—peace among the trees. Hands join over food;old stories season the night,thanks passed heart to heart. Steam from pumpkin piecurls like a gentle blessing—November is kind. Written by ChatGPT
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