
Blades are trembling with varying breezes Flowers bobbing their heads Colored wings flit by Buzzing bodies alite briefly Then move on and on again A patch of wild mustard vies for attention But competition is sparse Among the pale white flowers In this muted meadow Outside my window.
Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
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What a lovely poem Brandon
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Thanks! 😊
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My pleasure
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Such a sweet poem.
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Thanks. I had writer’s block, and just started writing about things that were, literally, outside my window at the time.
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That’s perfect! Sometimes all you need to do is observe 🙂
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