The birds returned with evening
letters telling stories of the trees
seed wings falling under
a deepening blue hush
Meadow brushed mirrors of
eternity sewn into a fine fabric
Of quick summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility
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6 comments:
I am in love with this one. I especially love your wording:
"summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility"
That is my favorite part.
Thank you for posting.
hi krystal, thanks :)
great writing.
hi akeith, thanks. its kind of got a run on sentence feel to it but it wanted to stay that way so i let it :)
Merry Christmas !
Very nice. There is definitely a feeling of December in those lines.
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