Earliest Signs

The counterintuitive effect of fallen maple caps.

By Ophelia Keane BraedenPublished about 3 hours ago • 1 min read

Photo by Skyler Ewing on Unsplash

Buds blanket the earth.

Rust red, they crunch underfoot.

The fall before Spring.

Gratitude Haiku nature poetry

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Ophelia Keane Braeden

Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!

None of my writing is ever touched by AI.

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