Forest Mirage
"The forests are my bones"
Within the hand that guides the mountain spruce
The architect for leaves dewy and green
A forest the curving seasons produce
Composed of redwoods thick and saplings lean
Is born the flowered branch from roots unseen
Framing the sunlit sweep of August grain
And filled with the mirage of summer rain.
08/04/22
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2022
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