Sunday, October 13, 2013
Oregon. Tryon Creek. Fall afternoon.
Quieting voices.
Wind gently loosens leaves' grasp.
Winter's question posed.
Oregon. Tryon Creek.
Morsel of a wren.
Brave defense of the stick pile.
Undisputed king.
Winter wren's chip note.
River stones knock together.
Watershed moment.
Solitary frog.
Semi-warm autumn sunbeams.
Last chance to ribbit.
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