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Young and carrying
aromatic whiffs around
all seasons are live.
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A path traces up
between trees and leaves – the sun
glows over the mist.
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Green moss to the north
red leaves below tired pows –
white fire warms the eyes.
©2020, forestlove
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This series was prompted by Poetic Asides, and the picture can be seen here. That’s what we call an ekphrastic poem.
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