Posted by davidjmobrien
The downy seeds of aspen drift,
Dancing across the evening sun on
The wind from silvery shivering-leaved poplars,
Threaten to clog my mind full
From now till summer’s final winds
Sweep them out:
Stuck in the simple act of observation
Posted in Ecology, Uncategorized, Writing
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Tags: aspen, autumn, ecology, fall, poem, poetry, poplar, seasons, spring, summer, writing
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