Wind chime pendulum
Swinging slow, hypnotically
In the faintest breeze.
White flower bush glows
As it sways in the breezes
That shake the wind chimes.
Munching contented
Collette plows through the mud plants
While her friend watches.
A few blossoms grow
From the barren lilac tree
Dainty and lonely.
Softer than joggers
Bicyclist whirs swiftly by
Smoother than the wind.
As old petals drop
New petals prepare to bloom--
Forsythia dance.
By side of the road
A small green wilderness stands,
Full, not forbidding.
Right by the mailbox
Stretching yellow tentacles:
Forsythia reach.
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