Poem submitted to “Color My World” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, September. 26, 2026
Maples crown the ridge. Light stains every pane. A chimney exhales. Wrens stitch dusk homeward. One bright moment lingers. Night gathers the thread.
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