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Pines and Rocks, by Paul Cezanne, 1897


Woods
by Joan McNerney

Sliding through arches
of elms…sunshine
yellow and warm as honey.

Moss crawls over mudstone
while squirrels skip
around tree stumps.

Imagine to be a bird
in blue wind pushing
air through your wing.

After the long rain
pine trees bending
with cones.

Branches etch evening sky
turning deep brown grey
purple red citron.

Leaves drop like butterflies
filling the floor of forest
with crunchy foliage.

 

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