Lines of Rain – September 6, 2023

Grief, life, love, nature, poetry 1 Minute

The ground

Is not full of puddles

Just enough for the heat

To permeate my nose

God, I love that smell

I can see through the leaves

And the branches

Holding on

are turning bright red

The weeping…

And weeping

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