after
the blizzard
sun
beams create snow prizms,
beauty
from the storm
north
wind blows upon
branches
laden with crystals,
music
to my soul
light
in the forest
filtered
through undergrowth,
illumination
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Hi, Cheryl. I really like the 2nd one here - I can hear the icy branches rubbing against each other. Thank you for this!
ReplyDeleteCasey! I'm happy to see you. Thank you for the comment. Tis good to read you're writing again :)
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