Tag: Spring

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Spring has come early

The tees have sprouted clouds.

Under a breeze brushed maple
With eyes closed
I count the leaves.

Upon success I open them
A dragonfly
Hovers against the blue.

Twirlybirds
Catching
Breeze,
Catching
Glowing
Sunset.

Big branches dancing
Casting shadows
Playing music on
Lines of the blinds.

She rests on me-
Breathing together
My hand on her ass
Pinky finds her thong.

Looking from my hammock
Quaking Aspen’s branches bare
To and fro – the wind.