multitudes of beads took the journey with me as i have been working on repleneshing my stock of items available. the flowers in a plethora of colors are slowly making their way into my trays. as i began to stockpile flowers for transformation into clips, rings, and earrings, that i tend to have quite the collection of blue hues with shades of purple follwoing closely behind. i wonder what that says about me?
the chorus hidden from view
begins a pervasive rhythmof trills, clicks, gurgles and peeps
each musician adds to
the masterpiece
guiding along our conversation
the wind picks up,
the tree branches add percussion
chimes are played by the wind
the symphony is all around us
it seeps into my bones
my foot taps in time
the crescendo
then the last few notes
float
hovering on the wing of
some passing weather system
silence is golden
my fair friends
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