Spring, Mycole Brown

Dappled light across an overpass

Sweet scents of ripe apples gracing the ever flowing wind

Grass gently swaying

The air a natural song that never ends

aided by birds and flowing brooks

Gentle rustles in vegetation

A whistling wind interminable

 

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