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In Every Gold, Bright Orange, and Russet Leaf: a Reflection of Autumn in Corrie’s Poems

I felt Corrie in every gold, bright orange, and russet leaf. Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank. Sweet sixteen, like fairy tales with happy endings, are inventions of commercials and ads to buy disco balls and dresses.

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A Blue Ridge Tale

Today is my birthday. One of the greatest gifts in my life is my husband. We've been through a lot together, but I am a hopeless romantic and always believed in that knock-you-off-your-feet feeling. I began writing poems from the very moment I realized he was special and important. I have kept all the poems… Continue reading A Blue Ridge Tale