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Rondelet Form

Gaze Out the Pane

I talk to the trees
but they don’t listen to me…
I tell you my dreams
and while you’re listening to me
I suddenly see them
come true
—Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe I Talk to the Trees

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 Gaze Out the Pane

     Gaze out the pane,
As if a wand turned dark to light.
               Gaze out the pane,
Green leaves morph murky to champagne.
Piquant of trees; peaking’s excite.
Wonders you miss with oversight.
          Gaze out the pane.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Hind Avatar
June 8, 2025 at 5:19 PM
A gorgeous Rondelet, Kim. <3
Rodrigues Avatar
June 8, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Thank you, Paige! :)
Buehler Avatar
June 7, 2025 at 2:55 PM
This is magical, Kim! I love the fourth and fifth lines, so much! Very best wishes. :)
Rodrigues Avatar
June 7, 2025 at 4:46 PM
I so appreciate your comment, Evelyn! :)
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