after Caroll Crush
March sun spills like
a runny yolk in between
dry twigs of tall oaks.
The foliaged ground
wakes up, feet free of
slippers crack
crisp leaves with worms
beneath. Above, early birds
sing a tune only they
can understand as if
hushing two melting
dark-candy eyes.
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Aweee… so beautiful Rosie…
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thank you so much, Mich.
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From the opening line to the closing one… it’s beautiful, Rosema.
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thank you so much!
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My pleasure.
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This is beyond beautiful, Rosema! 😀 Sigh .. I so love “The foliaged ground,” and those “dark-candy eyes,” ..Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💝💝
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aha. thank you for highlighting these phrases, Sanaa. and thank you for musing my mind!
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Enjoyed Komorebi. Really nice images
Much love
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thank you, Gillena!
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I love the scene of the forest waking up… I still think a lot of when it’s warm enough to walk barefoot.
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ah. barefoot on forest floor gives a certain connection to the soil and to our soul. thank you, Bjorn.
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You had me by the opening lines. A wonderful opening for your great poem!
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ah. thank you so much, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Oh my, so beautiful!
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thank you my dear sister! 🙂
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You are ever welcome ❤
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I like how this flows down the page it feels like being brushed with a faint March breeze. Lovely.
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aha. that’s a beautiful way to describe it. thank you, Ms. Jade.
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That’s some beautiful imagery, Rosema 🙂
-David
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oh you caught that one. thank you!
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