Awaking from a dream,
I rush to fix and frame
the fading memory
in a poetic form
with, maybe, rhyme.
At my desk, I am distracted
by the morning garden
and the wizened apple tree,
where a blackbird’s song
is snatched by the breeze.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

So Awesomely Charming.
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