Salixa
she will soon green in budding spring
swaying, she
supple, young and lithe
swishing, she, o'er the creek
solstice has come, winter no more
snow melt has gone and come and gone
she will soon green in budding spring
swaying in the open air
softly bending, tendril hair
shelter, shadow over silver scales
splashing
she
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Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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