Spinning In the Woods, Oil On Canvas
I have a vision of her.
She is twirling and laughing
In a white sundress
in the middle of a clearing in the woods.
Canopy overhead; sun sprinkling down through.
She twirls and dances to her heart's content
to an audience of trees and leaves.
Her music is silence
with an occasional bird call,
and with leaves crackling under her feet.
Her style is freedom.
A no-holds-barred adventure.
Her adventure is nature.
F*** the city 'scapes.
Give her northern lights and mountain heights
that make your heart leap;
Leap like the way mine does
Watching her twirl
Amidst the green leaves
As they clap and clatter for her
In her white sundress
and her infectious smile
With her arms out wide while she spins.
She's in her nature.
And she's in mine.
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