In your back yard
Everything blew in the biting winter wind
But the branches of the berry trees
The tall pines were in constant sway
The left over leaves tumbled to find a home
But the snow capped red berries stood
Like rocks against Mother, they stood
The glass broke and fell to the ground
Smithereens
And the myriad shimmery shards
Sat unexampled against Mother
I touched each shining fragment
With each fingertip
1 Comments:
Once again, excellent word use to create a mental picture. Leaves left over from fall trying to find a home. Brilliant!
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