day 5. of national poetry month.
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The squirrel placed acorns in her pocket
Piled them in for the long winter rest
Invited the neighbors for a hide and seek
Making sure they couldn’t find her dress
She Didn’t mind
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The fox brought her cubs for a visit
Doing the circle dance around her
Sniffing her toes and fingertips
Giving a lick and nibble here and there
She didn’t mind
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Spring came and commented on the great melt
Pushing bright green up between her legs
Urging bloodroot to unfold their white bloom
In a halo of light around her head
She didn’t mind
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The meadow lark made a nest in her hair
Tweeted and chirped each weave carefully
Fluttered around her haloed head anxiously
Small eggs waiting to crack open
She didn’t mind
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Bees came buzzing, landing on her eyelids softly
Tracking the fresh pollen of Summers blossoms
With the chirp of baby birds mouths wide open begging
Gave a symphony to the forests awakening
She didn’t mind
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A travel walked deep into the forest foraging hen in the woods
Against an old oak tree rest a woman of twigs, moss, and Autumn’s leaves
An old nest of feathers and grass lay twined in the seasons of her hair.
A hive of honey glistened from her mouth with the buzz of bees
She didn’t mind
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They hummed and buzzed in her heart, whirring from her womb
Broken acorns scattered over her waist, her fingertips were nibbled clean
In the delight of the many forest suiters who came to woo her
She didn’t mind
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He wondered of her as the bees bullied distance and ownership
Claimed her as their own with no trespassers allowed but the forest keepers
He left her there in that perfection of how life had found her at last
She didn’t mind
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Jeanne adwani. copyright 2021
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