feet firmly rooted on the hilltop
gazing over blooming fields of green
thrush clutched to her bosom
silver spider silk weaving hair

bearing the scars of lightning
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*trees

supple willows sway
tickling her with breezy hair
giggling, she skips stones

*sea

she rushes headlong
towards the tide’s siren call
fearlessly falling

*sun

under his hot gaze
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walking the trails of Rockwood
I shake hair from a tight queue
while a tickling breeze sweeps
away the last of March’s slushriver

beaver are busy building
shady log cabin … Read the rest

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