The wind brushes whispering dry paper bark –
it tastes like the footprints of bees,
tastes like foaming petal smoke,
and drifts of antique yellow blossoms
ride like kisses on a gnarled green branch.
Bitter sap flows, hidden beneath creamy soft buds
sweet pollen drifts to the skies.
Almond tree in bloom.
Hello. This is beautiful.
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Thank you, 2020! I’ve been trying some of those writing prompt exercises to expand the places my poetry takes shape. I was pretty happy with this one.
If you’re interested, you could try it out yourself at the following link. Happy Trails!
Michele
http://scotts.members.sonic.net/albany/apages/prompt/senses.html
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