Manhunt
Driving through
the
morning’s round of drop-offsthe radio tells of man
hunting man
and I watch as magnolia trees
drop great showers of
silky, blushing blooms.
Spring is
the foolish season
whose beauty
we cannot long endureso the trees, in their gracefulness,
weep their soft and silent petals
knowing we’ll need their leafy shade
to hide us from the searing sun.
So much
beauty falling on the silent earth,
so much beauty
fallen.
Love!
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DeleteBeautiful Kelly. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Dad.
DeleteThis is lovely Kelly, thanks for linking it up with us as we dive into Wonderstruck.
ReplyDeleteStopping by via Duane. Beautiful words! Thanks!
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