RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Empty Lanes - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Trodding down empty lanes in forests, listening to
leaves crackle underneath my feet as I progress
deeper into the pines.
Wind whispering in tops of pine trees, rattling
their pine cones, knocking some of them out of
their precarious positions on ends of lithe limbs.
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