pine cones
roll down the driveway
crackle in chimenea
* * * * *
as sunrises
morning dew shines on petals
scent of marigolds
* * * * *
bedside library books
thud as they hit the floor
faint almond smell
* * * * *
in a dream
pine tree melts into candle wax
"believe" ... wet seed
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