morning walk
first rosebud of the season
grass glistens with dew
morning drive
birdsong pours through the windows
withered azaleas
plant parking lot
birds bathing in puddles
grass sprouting in cracks
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4 comments:
That second poem has a lot of atmosphere!
The middle line is a bit too long though. Could you consider losing part of the writing...
morning drive
birdsong pours through
the windows
/
withered azaleas
birdsong pours through
the windows.
all my best,
Alan
The With Words Competition 2009.
Very nice. Ah, the antidote that is nature.
Alan - i like your rewrite but I need the time stamp to capture the time of day and place
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