Our Linden tree's a seer– she holds a trillion tiny crystal balls to peer in. A moist make-believer, wet morning dreamer, and I'm stuck beneath her absorbed in her spell, wondering if she'll foretell a rainbow's end, where peace transcends, or if her vision's cloudy still?
This brevity was written on my wet morning walk and then posted on #vss365 with today’s word “rainbow.” I liked it so much thought I’d share it here as well. Happy Friday!
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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