Green light
shines bright
through the leaves
of the trees.
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I am the girl
that sits in trees
a book in her lap,
quietly reading.
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Leaves swirled downward,
untethered from their branches
by a gentle gust of wind
that sent up the beautiful fragrance
of a thousand purple flowers
which I caught with my breath.
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A sound like ruffling paper
kissed my ears with birdsong
as stronger leaves held tight
and danced with the wind
which caught my hair
and turned it bronze
as it met the light.
- Monday
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The Little Things
PoetryPoems I've written about the little things and little moments that make me smile.
