Oh, To Repose
The trees have put on their emerald gowns,
Oh, the lush dark green, the fresh lime and sage;
And all the twittering, chirping song sounds,
Of birds, hidden in a tree of old age.
I put down my shopping bags and repose,
Lovely, in the shade of a drooping branch;
I take off my shoes and wiggle my toes,
Dandelions float like an avalanche.
The fresh perfume of lilac is drifting,
It is heaven to linger in this place;
The tranquility is so uplifting,
It is just nice to slow down the pace.
I could stay here forever with this tree,
But, sadly my life is calling for me.
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May 26, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/Oh, To Repose
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 7952-19-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Best Sonnet
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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