Thursday, July 21, 2016

green

the smell of fresh-cut grass
leaves rustling in the breeze
smooth, cool, blown glass
the tickle before a sneeze


sunshine on a meadow
laughing with new friends
dewdrops on a petal
adjusting focus on a lens

the sharp scent of spearmint
an inchworm on a leaf
running a quick sprint
a cold rush of relief 


5 comments:

  1. I love how the words flow together to complete a topic.

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  2. I love how the words flow together to complete a topic.

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  3. This poem is totally pretty! I love it's rhythm.

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    1. Thanks! I really tried to make the rhythm work on this one :)

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