Warm, green grass
caressing my feet while
cool, crisp air
grazes my face
And there are
acorns
I love the brown
smattered against
the green, like
chocolate chips in a verdant
cookie.
Now a warm ray
of light cuts through
the trees.
It cascades like a sparkling
waterfall.
It glitters.
I love the
colors.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Iridescent Innocence
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I like these two poems set beside one another - shows well the contrasting emotions we often experience within the same space and time.
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