Tag: Hiking Poetry
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Shenandoah Sunrise
October 2023 Many mornings before the sun came over the Blue Ridge Mountains,I ventured out into the brisk air. This was the season when the bumble bee abandoned the flower, When the leaves, frost-crisp’d, were hewn down. “Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” *…