The green veil,
that myth of spring,
lifts,
departs,
leaves the flame
of memory in its wake
to spark and tremble,
to scratch,
one against another,
until each lifted limb
exalts —
a soul laid
bare.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Chlorophyl Dream — A Poem
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The photo is gorgeous and a perfect poem to accompany it! ~Anne
Thank you, Anne 🙂 Nature is such a Muse, a constant inspiration <3