Lemon Drop


within the whisper thin fingers

of the wind

falling gently

bright yellow spearhead tissue

lightly bouncing

on pockets of air



with all the muscle of the earth


your delicate frame

from the winds grasp

leaving you resting

with the other discarded


on the forest floor.

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8 thoughts on “Lemon Drop

  1. love the dreaminess of this up until i am a discarded toy on the floor….left behind toys are rather sad to me…unless they are just waiting in anticipation of play once more….smiles.

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