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The Fourth Season

The air is cold and still, filled with the scent of damp leaves scattered on the forest floor. Autumn will soon be gone and winter chill will etch bare trees. Dusting with silver frost. Contest: Double Tetractys Margaret Foster- 9th November 2011

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/18/2011 11:25:00 PM

Rereading this lovely one. I hope it gets more reads.It will for sure when it WINS!!

Jslambert Mister Roboto

Date: 11/10/2011 1:35:00 AM

Beautiful Teradacktiles HA. I like, seriously. My spelling is rather PRE-Historic!

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 11/9/2011 5:47:00 AM

this is just lovely, Margaret. A great double tetractys. This shoud do well I should think in the contest. It's a winner in my book. I am not familiar with the contest but good luck in it. by the way, Andrea is the one that familiarized me with Tetractys..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/9/2011 12:14:00 AM

hey, and they kind of look like trees here , this double tetractys does!! This is perfectly lovely. I was thinking they started with ten syllables but I hope we can do either ten to one OR one to ten! I need to go read the rules! night now, I am up too late again!!