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Early Spring Leaves
The early spring leaves of the beeches
Collect moonbeams,
And scatter their remains to the ground.
A symphony of shadows
Orchestrated by the whisper of a breeze,
Alter reality in shades of darkness.
Deep from the pitch an echo of life,
Haunting melody of night birds song
Fading to mute as wings take flight.
Awaiting sleep and dreams to come,
Finding peace on my journey into the night,
Nestled tightly in the early spring leaves.
Beautiful, who could fail to
Beautiful, who could fail to fall into a peaceful sleep wrapped within such a lovely night. :-) Sue.
Thankyou Sweetwater, so glad
Thankyou Sweetwater, so glad you enjoyed this one.