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Hendrik Kerstens Bad Sheep Midnight’s merely blue, but me, me, me, I’m through and through sloe, cracked soot- on-a-b...

Maggie Vandewalle Encounter We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. A...

Emile Claus “Poultry in a Wood” Ballad of Another Ophelia Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! ...

Konstantin Kalynovych when unto nights of autumn do complain earth's ghastlier trees by whom Time measured is when frost to...

Reginald Gibbons Wood fo...

Mark Berens Song for Autumn In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be ...

Eric de Vree Now The longed-for summer goes; Dwindles away To its last rose, Its narrowest day. No heaven-sweet air bu...