April 3

Weaving the Wildwood

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The stream breathed the trees into being through the blue of dawn

Melding into the woven wildwood I waited for nothing in particular

Maybe a blackbird would regale me with tales of his spring

Maybe not

Whatever, the silence is solace enough


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