First flush of Spring //// green blooms in the arms of the trees en masse, a cloud of //// minty fresh /////////////// newness --- Life wakes one more ////////////////// time. --- c. Kate Gough
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my ink_
i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out -- a r OUnD in anticipation of the break (ing of soil,) of dawn and s w e e t a i r ---| but for now, Rest. Satisfied in soily…Read more my ink_
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Trees, UK
England's predominant tree seems to be ancient, lone, and singlularly knotted, with boils and rough bark, straight and tall and massive, its numerous small scrabbly branches clutching its surrounds covetously; these trees hide much and forget little. Scotland's predominant tree strikes one as being various forms of straight, slim, tall, and proud, both youthful and…Read more Trees, UK
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Shroud *i.
*i. The leaves' backs are bowed under the weight of an orphan snow. Steadily, steadily, a forlorn blanket hides the bright greens and muted grays of an accosted April night, blustering acidly about the day's clean yellow tulips and gracing sun-kissed surfaces with abrasive white garments. Appalled at the decay of Spring's burgeoning beauty, I…Read more Shroud *i.
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Nature’s Marked
The tree outside my window is mottled with rot, its green and yellow leaves so lush and vibrant with life now show brittle, brownish black; Nature's marked suicidal, burning holes in her own beauty, wielding rays of sunlight like cigarettes and crying spent leaves like shivering tears dropping, dropping: {disappear} Winter's coming and she's no…Read more Nature’s Marked
