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The Natural World

Three fat raindrops glisten and cling to a bare outstretching twig. * Through the tracery of…

Wedgewood blue solidity, immanence of sun; banks of Rubens voluptuousness billowing opulence. * Featherness, brush touch…

A hum came from the earth through my feet right to my heart. It found my…

Where did you get the idea for a daffodil, God- the splendid, deep golden trumpet kind?…

Alongside the university the black elms arch, their upper and outer reaches veined against pallid sky.…

Black wood blurs to brown as the elms begin to fur. imperceptibly the softness swells and…

Suddenly, it seems, the flower forms, cohering in the stalk, still sheathed green but distinguished at…

Foetus-furled these fronds, tightly clinging, curled. A hundred tiny shell-less snails About to burst fernwards.