Impressions
a short poem
Here, beneath the old cat’s tree everything is— a hiss of wind, wild onion tendrils & mock strawberry, wisp of white fur, funnel webs & poplar seeds, impressions in sun-warmed leaves.
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Here, beneath the old cat’s tree everything is— a hiss of wind, wild onion tendrils & mock strawberry, wisp of white fur, funnel webs & poplar seeds, impressions in sun-warmed leaves.
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Simple lines that take me to that place where I can hear it, smell it, see it, and feel the warmth.