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August Afternoon

Green boughs wave
indifferently,
outside my window;
lilac blossoms are heavy,
laden, saturated,
with water
from the recent rainfall;
the sun comes merrily out,
inbetween the
rainshowers;
another August afternoon
creeps lazily by,
as my imagination
wanders,
possibilities flicker,
and thunder rolls
in the distance.

For the Roses

Sweet beauties,
of such loveliness;
offer their suculence
to all who venture near,
my nose longs to touch
those soft, velvety petals
to inhale
the sweet,
intoxicating fragrance
that nestles there.

Meditation Green

Lacy, green foliage
forms an inviting
canopy outside
my window;
ruffling all
the leaves
in the gentle
afternoon breeze;
so many leaves,
overlapping, intersecting;
parts of a puzzle
forming a natural
collage;
so many colors
of green;
colliding, dividing;
forming intricate
patterns
in the air;
beckoning me, taunting me
to come outside
and play;
but alas,
i cannot,
i must work
and inside stay.