Pagosa Springs Artists

Quiddling With the Wind

 

Sunbeams trickle through dimpled maples,
tickle summer leaves;  silvered linden frolic,
quiver and giggle on a whispered breeze.

A bold winter wind hustles singing through pines
as gold pin oaks rustle, but the dead sycamore whines.

 

first published in Pegasus Review

also published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook

©2003 Bonnie Manion

   

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