she in the leaves shimmer a fresh spring found
myriads of green, all in bud about to blossom
singing of all a scented symphony
he in the leaves winnow a withering ground
solitary stems, stark storm-scythed be-strewn
reading in all a rueful wrought rune
turning a leaf
playful or pensive
their poetry
a wind's rustle
and thus we our moods in poems write
some shading dark and some glinting light
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
