Thursday, February 15, 2018

Previously Published on The Autumn Sound Review . . .




Meadow’s Dance

Mellow shades of morning melt
into and over each other.  Grass-like arms
stretch to embrace folding yellow rays.  The sun
lands softly, kisses petals’ tips.  They erupt,
giggles of pink, shivering in the wind.






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