The summer wind rushes through
tree branches, twisting leaves
as if determined to rip them
from their branches and cast them
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hey, daniel! at the start of this poem i expected what we see here in what we sometimes call a male rain—leaves and branches ripped from trees. in an especially bad one there is hail that shreds the leaves. in the aftermath upon the ground are leaf litter, twigs, whole branches, and piled dirt from the fast-moving water. we prefer the female rains, gentle and sustained that deeply soak the ground. either way, we're grateful for the moisture. -glen
wow by reading it seems I'm in this event of this descriptive friendship poetic diction- excellent - You may drift into sleep and be far away from me, even though I stand near and watch your every breath. You are dear ........... Accept this bouquet of dandelions (cause) .. It is a thing of beauty, short-lived but long-remembered. wow how wonderful these lines are! great writings
How artfully nature and feelings are entwined here. Summer wind has stirred your soul and such lovely verses pour out. Nature is a huge inspiration to poets. Here you have proved what depth Nature can lend to a man's heart.