My Eden, III
I’ve been missing my Eden’s
quirky gifts, but memories
still tempt, brisk like breeze’s breath.
My Eden—a pandemic
escape room— where we sat safe,
unmasked trees embraced us, those
fearless phoebes rasped their name.
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Yes!!!! Love the phoebes! I knew you could do it. Hugs!
You’re right – the phoebes were for you!!!
unmasked trees — yes — and then rasped, surprising but right verb, and rhyme. Such careful crafting.
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O my. Lovely.
Wonderful–especially love the ending–“unmasked trees” & phoebes “rasping” their name.
Yeah. Trees (like us once more) look best without masks. Still, one was necessary and worth it to get the photo with the new baby.
Lovely sounds and images.
Beautiful writing, especially love: where we sat safe,
unmasked trees embraced us, those
fearless phoebes rasped their name.