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I don't remember learning to climb my grandmother's mulberry tree, or the first time I sat in her boughs with a book. I can't tell you...

The aloe stretches her succulent arms Enjoying the midday sun, And the campfire leaves are red flames Licking at the feet of the spekboom...

To Joburg’s Autumn Sun You have my heart when earth’s tilt spins this joy: Your gentle strength still calls the grass to green, While...

I wrote this poem intending it to be funny, but it came out a little dark, either way I hope you enjoy it. Sun Trap The chair seems...

O let me peel the bark back and see what lies beneath: an army of ant soldiers marching west to east, or termites burrowing deep toward...

Hello, hello, hello, Is what you seem to say, As tight green buds come shooting up, To mark the start of May. While other blooms are...