White Roses

White roses, scent drifts solemn breeze carries me...Delicate petals gingerly placed mournful - Reflect black granite mementos perfection in each bud... Thoughtful colors of the season fall upon me - Mums pumpkin orange shades of gold sunlight yellow ...acknowledge no one leaves this place unmoved by the stillness and grace - Engraved stone tells a …

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First Yawn

First yawn of summer A slight breeze The air is warm and cloaked In an early morning walk I hear the surround sound Of a bird’s song As insects dance above Blades of silky green Threads spider webs Weave across the lawn While flowers tire of being in full bloom After spring’s burst of joie …

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