Burning

Season of Rebirth

By Benjamin WhitakerPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Red, saffron, and gold,

All of the trees are on fire,

Burning in beauty.

nature poetry

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Benjamin Whitaker

Benjamin is a 25-year-old middle school teacher from Texas. Having begun writing when he was only 13 years old, Benjamin has continued to grow in his craft and hopes to publish a full-length novel in the next five years.

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