branches bending low

fantasy | nature | poems

overwhelmed by spells
quell a realm bring rings as worn
by trees in the center
where the heart sleeps

waiting for an answer in fall
often watching the moon
I think of you

celebrations run the year
we try to hear the underlying
undying word of love as clear
as a fantasy forgives forever

cool and crisp windy ground
whip and chill the dirt to flirt
leafy crinkled crunch snap
branches bending low
half asleep we wait for snow.

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