Like the last teardrops
from grief’s glassy eye,
droplets roll across velvet leaves
teetering, falling…
-
The wind sighs softly,
curling ringlets of steam
like morning mist:
rising, fading…
-
Grass glistens in the aftermath,
once more alive with hoppers
and the wings of dragonflies
chirping, buzzing…
-
But changed somehow,
in the storm’s aftermath
of leaf litter and limbs:
the broken…the beaten…
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Yet sunbeams peek through
the remnant storm clouds,
the last of summer’s day:
waiting…hoping…
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R.C. McLeod
I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.
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