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Of Infinity
Colors of leaves in autumn weave a lovely quilt covering the countryside, woods, and waters falling like snowflakes from the tallest of trees lighting the forest like a candelabra until the first snow. She was there by the pond painting the weeping willows; She never spoke a word, just watched the trees and their swaying branches in the late afternoon breeze then disappeared into the haze of a newborn twilight. There was poetry as she floated silently above the grass while wavelets ran up the beach chasing little shorebirds and rhythms in ebbing waves upon rocks; like the taste of a tear as it slowly finds its way to the lips. Broken cobwebs capturing pieces of dead leaves now turning pirouettes like a ballerina in the breeze hanging there suspended between tall trees. Hearing the tolling of the valley’s brass bell; faithful in awe at a soft whispering magic of the moon. Birds at the feeder bring a smile to one’s dull day while tired of sitting in the sun praying for a halcyon rain. Hearing sister crying brushing knots out of her long hair; I wonder about the ghost girl painting the weeping willows reappearing in a wispy smoke on the breeze; an enchantment of infinity to those who believe. This Or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 11/17/2021
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