Falliscent Green herons bathingin the marsh, their jewelledfeathers wet with the crisptaste of apple breeze; a core of the Earth...
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George Cassidy Payne, based in Rochester, New York, is a counsellor, educator, social justice advocate, photographer and poet. His poetry, rooted in the principles of deep ecology, explores the intersections of nature and the human experience. Beyond his professional roles, George enjoys discovering new hiking trails, reading, attending concerts and spending quality time with his two children. Residing by the Genesee River and Lake Ontario, his home is a source of inspiration. Contact him directly at icaj2000@yahoo.com or connect with him on LinkedIn.
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