"Silver of Light" / by Marsha L. VonderBrink

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By marsha

Soft pine needles sprinkled on the ground wind in the trees making a keening sound swells of moss, carpeted a shreddy deep green shade, hanging low, glistening the stream trinkle of water in the crystal brook clear with deep cold touching the edges silver of light peeking through each tree touching the flowers, hung heavy with dew deep purple and violet, mauve and blue burnt rich orange and striking reds too pale lavender and sour lemon yellow, bright scarlet tinged petals, flags, ferns vines climb unheeded, spreading sin roots, sheltering the growth, moss and brook, feather trees like clouds, all pink and shiny, firs scattering their skins, all soft and spiny! 3/23/94

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