November 5, 2023
~ First Place ~ Premiere Contest: October’s Story Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
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The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf embrace a ripened red motif, as cranberries and maples blaze Oh Lord, I praise October days. Where starling murmurations dance a breathless susurration trance, ballet in blackbird-shape-shift haze Oh Lord, I praise October days. And neath the cumulus, the breeze colludes with stalks in raspy tease, unfazed we ramble maize-field maze Oh Lord, I praise October days. As apple-cider-sunset spills behind the bluish granite hills, I’m grateful for my eyes to gaze Oh Lord, I praise October days. When rain does bead on pumpkin’s skin his smiling face still lit within, I pray myself be filled Your rays Oh Lord, I praise October days.
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