Spring poem, more distraction.

Apr 16

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Aspen Drift

 

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

Until autumn.

About davidjmobrien

Writer, ecologist and teacher

Posted on April 16, 2014, in Ecology, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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