Vermont is freakin’ beautiful…
Even when it is dead.
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MY PHOTO and WRITTEN WORD SERIES.
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Ugly Beautiful Brattleboro
The beauty of death
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The deadly spine flitters and floats.
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“We are not in vain!” says the beautiful flower that dies.
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Whoville died in Vermont.
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But it is where butterflies go to hibernate!
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The veiny fingers of death reach for the sky.
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What death makes you…
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Oh Puffy Stuff?
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Even in death, I will stand tall!
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“Blue skies you do not deceive me!” says the naked tree.
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“I still like the sunlight.” she said with her last flower breath.
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Eyelashes of death try to block the view.
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And its veins try to suffocate.
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Color laughs at the grey of death.
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“We are not of this deadly world,” says the lively fluff ‘n’ stuff.
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Pods of death ready to blast off into winter.
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We will not die, we will not curl up and die!
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Star bursts of death spring upward.
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While death breathes, roses sleep.
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Death loves me, Death loves me not.
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Death’s fairy wings on a stick.
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I flutter, I flitter, I flurry and soon I will die.
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Winter is upon as
Balls lay unused among dead leaves
Guarded by the Gnomesman
Who has stood the strength of winter
And shall prevail once again!
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And then it snowed!
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Adding a bit of clarity to death around.
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Sprinkling death with sugar.
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Tiny fingers cupping clouds of sugar.
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Clouding death.
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And still purple strives.
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As does the Gnomesman of Winter.
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My Gnome Little World 