Poetry: Green Skeletons

We walk into an open meadow.
Standing yellow pines,
lined the edges like a fortress.
Along the base, green skeletons
curled like nimble fingers.
The summer sun seemed
to bring their color to life.
Blue, greens, and yellows
danced in the afternoon light.
We threw a blanket
and a picnic basket
upon clumps of grass.
And there we sat
enjoying our lunch
and letting nature
enchant us with her beauty.
©Linda J. Wolff 2017 – http://www.urbanpoetry2017.com
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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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