Melissa Johnson

Rookie (2/2/1988 / Hartford, CT)

The Hill

Sheer petals cascade from the stretching arms of an aged dogwood tree,
Coming to rest upon the moss covered earth.
Familiar rocks protrude from the blushing hillside,
Providing a means of ascending into a wooded santuary.
So many times I've walked this path; So many times I've felt this soft earth beneath my feet.
The sunlight streams through the broken canopy of old trees towering above me.
I stride from rock to rock, climbing higher until I reach a tall maple tree.
A somber breeze t

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