The wind leaned down and breathed a silken sigh
that gently weaned a leaf from parent tree
lifted under fledgling feathers to fly;
inspired the dreaming clouds to wander free.
Through confetti fields stomach low it skimmed,
felt not the many cuts from blades of grass
but kissed the blooms and ran on, many limbed,
flowing smooth; a river of molten glass.
A ripple silver followed in its path,
a breathless sound of woken memories;
daffodils whispered Wordsworth with a laugh
and Robert Frost was quoted by the trees.
An otter dreamed far from the wind's caress,
of a leaf caught in the slipstream of a fish.
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I loved how you named off classic authors it makes this piece fantastic. You are a very good and clever writer. keep up the excellent job
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Excellent lass...
Reminded me of Lawrence Ferlinghetti..
The title is exquisite as is the entire piece.
Love the naming of writers.....
Beautiful.
Blessings little gypsy,
Lowell Poe.
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