On a bright day of early spring,
frayed clouds turn into a hammock,
swaying in tints of peach and marmalade.
A light breeze awakens that
around us, it grows very quiet,
as if nature were holding its breath---
then I know it is here I can rest forever.
Brian Strand, Poem 205
18 Sept 2016
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2016
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