Micropoetry 4-19-2020

she waits
among the leaves
fresh green
in the birth of spring
when love
has gone the other way

written in the air
as we look beyond

waiting in the rain
until we join the water
washed to sea

the bell resounds
in the sound of rain
as we walk
the country road
before our home

soft wood cries
between the pitter patter
of falling rain

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