willow trees lightly touch against the outer panes
perhaps in angst of seeing scattered leaves
within the study.
the room is muddy, hosting burnt auburn couches
and rust settees,
chestnut book casings, and warm amber
figurines.
the forest inside is a colorful fall, but the book spines stay frozen
unlike the oaks ********** outside
shrubs within find home in terracotta
outside the vines dip their toes in soil
and the master pens and pines inside the spines of
ancient trees, while the willows outside
stand watching, tapping their fingers
asking to grow inside.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
willow trees lightly touch against the outer panes
perhaps in angst of seeing scattered leaves
within the study.
the room is muddy, hosting burnt auburn couches
and rust settees,
chestnut book casings, and warm amber
figurines.
the forest inside is a colorful fall, but the book spines stay frozen
unlike the oaks ********** outside
shrubs within find home in terracotta
outside the vines dip their toes in soil
and the master pens and pines inside the spines of
ancient trees, while the willows outside
stand watching, tapping their fingers
asking to grow inside.
a simple writing prompt, asking us to describe our ideal writing room.
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