Poetry today: The Cottage

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Cottage

The leaves churn With drops of rain A wild orchestra Plays in vain Birds singing Happy in day A wind whispers Then fades away Mountain air hangs Crisp and clean The hillside parts With cooling stream Trickling slowly Spiraling down Swirling through natures Playground A Squirrel frolics In sprays of... Sign in to see full entry.

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