332 Autumns blood

Posted on February 21, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Ribbons of red trace through the green pines.
Alleys of blood reveal an October reminder.
Nature is real.
She lives, bleeds, dies.
Then She rises again and, like any born-again saint,
She will be intolerant of unbelief.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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