The leaf dances
Around every corner
Around every thought
Even in the avoided song
Now upon the ground
A rush of wind stirs
Hands like autumn
A distant radio is heard
Gathered in piles
An invitation to jump
Soft at first, then asphalt
Static, a lover’s whisper
Raked bare sidewalks
A desert of cracks
My feet are soft
I sing the same song, continually
For the return of Green
Buds of my passion
Birthed in warmth
My ear tickled by rustling
They hang onto mothers
A fragile childhood
Bathed in heat
Time is a refrain
Slid from my hand, again
I turn my palms upward
Bits and pieces
The staffs are full of tears
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I very much enjoyed that. More if you please.
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I’ve got a few more up my sleep, I mean sleeve.
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Lovely poem! 😊
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Beautiful melding of words and photography
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Nice job!
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Kinda . . . poetic. Quite suits today’s mood.
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Loved how you married your words with the image. Adds to the big picture. 🙂
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Beautiful. ..I hope to see more pieces from you
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Frickin’ awesome, too cool for school, badass poetry.
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sweet
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“Soft at first, then asphalt” always the way. You get through the soft bit only to find the asphalt, reliable and hard beneath your feet. Thanks.
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I will read it again and again to appreciate the imagery and meaning. You are a thoughful and talented writer.
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Very Nice!
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Very nice poetry.
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i love your imagery, the topic is soft and inviting. Thank you for dropping by to have a read.
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Beautiful in words and spirit. You truly feel life and Mother Nature.
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Elan, this is beautiful. Do you know where I might locate the image attached? It resonates with me, and I would love a copy. 🙂
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I’ll get back to you on that one.
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It’s rare that I like a person’s poetry so much. Lovely work.
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I really enjoy your blog. Thank you 🙂
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