Haiku
softly, spring winds blow
helicopter seeds swirl down
tree releases her bounty
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
1 Comments:
Perfect! It does it all - Nature, visual, emotional impact. Beautiful!!
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