The marsh in late fall exudes a musky scent
that rides the cold breeze and clings to my coat.
Amber brambles crunch beneath my boots while
the sunset sifts through leaves and branches.
Breathing deeply, I let the soft rays warm my soul.
December Marsh
spanishwoods 
You took me there…
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It’s a lovely spot…
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‘Breathing deeply’ is exactly what I did while reading this. Lovely…
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Thank you…
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Great wording with “visual impact.” We who live in semi-tropical climes are denied the experience.
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Thanks so much. Some days the cold grey skies are oppressive, but I try to collect as many positive thoughts as I can about fall and winter because there are many, its just hard to see sometimes.
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Lovely – there’s nothing quite like a winter walk 🙂
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Very true.
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I’m right there with amommasview.
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Wow
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The marshes let you know their presence with their musky scent and when you walk you hear them talk to you every step of the way! Great words S.! 🙂
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Beautiful words
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Thank you.
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Sunset sifts is a lovely word combo both sound wise and imagery wise
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Thank you so very much. That’s how it felt that day.
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Reblogged this on maatisis and commented:
Read.
Close eyes.
Imagine.
Beauty of nature.
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That’s lovely. Thank you.
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