A Yawn Within the Fields
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Fields of spun gold silk
Somber auburn shade
On ardent warm day
Resonant hum breath
Yawns whiff of cool air
Espy hushed cries
Dry in silence
Nature's quaint rhythm
Weft lingers round
Staggering
Growth within
Deep recess
Rich trove
Savor
Peace.
2/4/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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