Branches sway
and almost break
Strands of leaves
whip and curl
Sunlight flickers
‘cross flailing
threads of grass
Nothing’s certain
All’s astir
‘Tis the time
to follow whims
banned by heed
c.b. 2011
Branches sway
and almost break
Strands of leaves
whip and curl
Sunlight flickers
‘cross flailing
threads of grass
Nothing’s certain
All’s astir
‘Tis the time
to follow whims
banned by heed
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 
Beautiful!
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Thank you! It’s amazing how looking out the window can inspire so much! 🙂
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oohh, I really like this. The visuals are so palpable. You are a really gifted writer!
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Aww, thanks! 🙂 This piece came out of nowhere and I’m so glad it did. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog.
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Hi CB, I’ve always admired people who can write poetry. I can write ten inches about my big toe but not poetry. Way to go–janet
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Lol! I’ve never considered myself as someone who can write poetry (that’s my mom’s department), but I like to play with the genre. I appreciate the vote of confidence. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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Always a pleasure to read your many writing styles.
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🙂 You’re still the best.
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Many look out the window, few ‘see’ though. Thank you, sincerely, for seeing and sharing. Beautiful!
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Thanks for stopping by to read! 🙂 What a lovely comment, thank you.
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