- 2019 -
Early summer air sits,
slow with expectation,
a weighty sweetness in the wind
buffeting the cupped wings
of a sparrow
She dips to meet
the crisscrossed carpet
of pine needles, yellow and green
interwoven and teeming
with insect life
The floor bristles
with young footsteps
leaving tentative crunches
to hang in the air
and branches
Wooden eyes,
carved and painted
lips protruding from the trunk
with a mouthful
of bird seed
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Denouement
Poetry...And a bow to mark her denouement. Everyone is at a different part of their journey, but sometimes a person's beginning can feel like the end. Know that, no matter who you are, you stand at the precipice of an amazing future. Dip your toes into th...
