Five dewless footsteps
cutting across the wet lawn
are the rush of spring.
—
– orha writes
Five dewless footsteps
cutting across the wet lawn
are the rush of spring.
—
– orha writes
Each of the dewdrops
falling from these blades of grass
becomes a freckle.
—
– orha writes
Walking on dew-grass—
This brief moment in a knoll
is a miracle.
—
– orha writes
Patio table
with fresh coat of morning dew.
Shit! This chair’s wet too!
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– orha writes