in an orchard
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orchard
~
between apples, twigs and leaves
stems and branches
are glimpses
of sky
~
sapphire and cerulean
panes of leaded
transparent
glass
~
molten in motions of wind
edges in
malleable
light
~
fragile as blades of bent grass
stiffened by frozen
morning
dew
~
~
Copyright 2019 Jane Tims
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All my best,
Jane
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