..
the sweet touch of spring
months has longed us
toward blossoming. plum
tree adds her purpled snow.
these velvet foothills are
a low-hummed song;
the sun’s a red smoke cask
in a tangerine stew sky.
..
It’s been awhile since I wordled. Thankful for the inspiration today.
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