"Bottom Land on a Watery Planet" - Patrick McPhee
Maples keep promise, rouge blushes
a forest of winter-slapped trees.
Swollen top twigs, a slightest
green wash haze brushes to reach
blue sky that warms in near star light.
River mist wraps leafless boughs reflect
shimmer on magic rippled water, white flashes
scatter silver in endless shattered mirrors
cupped in the hands of a bright sun rise.
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