Some days
the wind blows in
gentle massaging gusts
Today a temporary
wisp rushes
through the tall
oak leaf hydrangea
pushing the brown and green
branches dressed for August
to wave at me through the window
Saying no more
it dances away
like a ruby throated
hummingbird seeking
it's nectar
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Some days
the wind blows in
gentle massaging gusts
Today a temporary
wisp rushes
through the tall
oak leaf hydrangea
pushing the brown and green
branches dressed for August
to wave at me through the window
Saying no more
it dances away
like a ruby throated
hummingbird seeking
it's nectar
wind, august, breeze, hummingbird
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