Body-Vane

Do you molt when the seasons change?
Skin flakes & fruits a whole new range?

Mine starts at the very first hint…
Before wind carries change’s scent.

Then, whatever bends starts to sing…
Before migrators take to wing.

I scrub my hide to baby new;
I stretch & sooth my loud joints too.

As others note shifts in weather…
I’ve been done unpacking leather.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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