Photo by Wesley Tingey on Unsplash
the branches sway, and sway, and sway all day,
fueled with frequent gusts of winter’s thrust,
a limb or two on the ground we see,
is not uncommon beneath any tree,
the birds hang tight,
or burst into flight,
gliding in the air, in spite of a dare, nothing rare, not a care,
and when the gusts begin to rescind,
a calming peace quickly sets in,
quiet and still reign again.
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (6)
Beautiful imagery in this one. The poor ruffled little birds.
Oh, I like this. Very nice.
Calming and gentle
I loved the imagery in this, and your flow felt very graceful, like wind through the trees :)
Gorgeous 💗💗
Lovely stuff - sometimes the words just need to get out! This line was great "fueled with frequent gusts of winter’s thrust" Good job!