Manhunt

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Manhunt

Driving through

the
morning’s round of drop-offs

the 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 endure

so 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.

6 Comments

  1. Reggie Rossignol
    Reggie Rossignol on April 20, 2013 at 3:48 pm

    Love!

    Reply
    • kchripczuk
      kchripczuk on April 24, 2013 at 2:12 am

      Thanks, Reggie.

      Reply
  2. Wayne
    Wayne on April 21, 2013 at 2:15 am

    Beautiful Kelly. Thanks.

    Reply
    • kchripczuk
      kchripczuk on April 24, 2013 at 2:13 am

      You're welcome, Dad.

      Reply
  3. Shelly Miller
    Shelly Miller on April 27, 2013 at 3:50 am

    This is lovely Kelly, thanks for linking it up with us as we dive into Wonderstruck.

    Reply
  4. Unknown
    Unknown on April 28, 2013 at 9:29 pm

    Stopping by via Duane. Beautiful words! Thanks!

    Reply

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