Which way do I turn, if not, to you
Woodsy path is wild - wheat, grass, moss
Berries abound, colorful as birds
As summer mornings cool as iced tea
Under pines & sugar maple trees
River-bound, the air is pristine
Rebirthing within me, slate so green
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Septet (7 lines) poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.
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