Fur and leaves
And zebra trees
Cotton candy landscape
Beneath a lime green breeze.
Chase the zigzag rabbit
Through dawn’s foggy maze
Pray his whisky habit
Is just a fuzzy phase.
Wrapped in woolen scarves
Forest potpourri
Red and yellow fallen stars
Discarded by the trees.
This time of year
The trunks show their scars
And the wind through hollow branch
Hums the year’s final bars
The wind through hollow branch
Below moon’s slender scimitar
For what once was all his
Will soon be ours.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
“I keep wishing it could be that way because my world would be a wonderland.”
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Read about Tiff’s nocturnal visitors, and let’s hear you say that a tiny bit louder!
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I read it last night, actually. Oh, those looney coonies.
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does that mean we’ll see a lovey-dovey poem about racoons coming our way soon?
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No, actually have a raccoon poem being published in a Creative Gem compilation sometime upcoming, although that raccoon was reading.
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It’ll be really good with those big eyes.
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You get me.
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Oh, I loved this one K! ♥
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Thank you, Tiffany. This poem fits my tastes as well.
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Just like magic. Made me smile. Thank you for this one, K. 💜
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Oh, I missed you comment. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one. I was able to watch a bit of this film with my littles and it rekindled that nonsense-loving part of me. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Jeff. I hope your day is filled with silly laughter and the glow of friends and loved ones.
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