The Smallest of Things

The Smallest of Things

I sat still

On the ridge

As the sun

Lay low

The Golden glow

On the

Water's flow


A gentle breeze

Kissed my cheek

As I quietly watched

a spider weave


The violets


As if hands

in the air


The newly birthed


Cool on my feet

Tickling so sweet


Brilliant white

As if glory

From above

On the surface

of the creek


The fragrant smell

A fresh cut field



To the car

Windows down

Feeling the 

Winds blow my hair



Evening time

I felt

As if

Glimpses of

a new day 





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