Wandering, walking winded, wondering
would we wake when wild wallflowers wilt?
Wistfully watching, wordy, whistling whipbirds
wear white winter wardrobes.
Warm winds work wonderful witching
while we walk waywardly.
Wilderness. Woods whirl with west winds.
We wake, wise, with wildfire.
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Keeleigh White
Just a part time writer on a full time farm.
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