Out Side My Cottage Door - Almost Sequel
A gentle breeze
ripples
across the lake
and
through the pines
and
lingers in a breathless
lift
of leaves that wind
and
twine
into the air
and
hang
suspended there
where
they
flutter down
to
rest
upon the ground
amid
the
scent of layered
earth
of broken brush
of forest floor
that leads
a trail to
my
cottage door
Where I stand
and listen
to
the sound
of a
meadow lark
once more
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
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