Fir Tree

​Boughs puffy with sleep;
green, fluffy sheep of spindly leaves
weaving its fingers together,

picked clean
by the sighs of artless winds

(I will be taking some time off to write/finish my never-ending pile of books, lol)

© Zelda Reville 

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