the quiet Sunday wind
skips the garbage on the gray
sidewalk & exposed
dirt
it lifts the eggshell
slats of blinds
to bring the blooming trees inside
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if it is bring the new life of green inside, its not a bad thing…nice imagery though as i can easily see the garbage caught in the wind….
I like, alot!!!!!! A few very choice words, vivid and expressive. Lets bring the blooing trees inside.
It takes great talent to create a scene, a moment, an all-encompassing sensation with few words. Love your small stones.
A fleeting moment well captured. A jewel!
Thanks all. I think this was the first moment this year when it felt like spring.