Tuesday, May 14, 2019

SchiZ (Lee-Ann Azzopardi) writes

Sunday Morning Walk

The late morning lit up with blue skies
As the scent of a campfire clouded the air
We walked along the path noticing a woodpecker
Fighting a telephone pole for a morsel of food
The robins frantically searched
For their breakfast of worms underneath a tree
the shadowy prospects of finding any were impossible
Though they kept hunting
"They are the true indication of spring" I said
As we walked on
The cool, northeastern wind blew
And went through our t-shirts
We arrived at our cabin
With the warmth of our hot chocolates in hand
We took a relaxing breath
And watched the rest of the day seep by
Until we fell asleep in front of the window
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Lovers in the Woods -- Arthur Bowen Davies

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