Genteel Virginia,
dressed in brown and beige,
the sound of haggling geese
over soft, aerial roots;
she’s graceful in her old age.
Oh, how I revere her.
Just to be near her,
to gaze into her crystal ball,
all fears and pains assuaged.
The faithful breeze,
the silent release
of flock from trees.
I’ve found my rightful place.
Soothed by her buzz,
lulled by her slower pace.
A gifted rib of cloud in sky
to form such lovely space.
Photo and words @kfhartless
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