Reflections

If the world vanished
Like rain drops in rapids,
Oak trees would sway in
Violet scented breezes.
Every moment would welcome
Bright light beginnings
Of marshmallow moonbeams
Jazz drumming to dew drops.
And, what once was new,
Now is grander for season
After thankful season.

© Brandewulf 2018

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