Our three-line poems

Squirrel nest
Falling nuts
Noticing

Warm rain
Slippery mud
Going in

Water tower
Climbing and sweating
Crunching feet

Puffy cotton clouds
Moving shadows
Changing

Puffy cotton clouds
Moving shadows
Shifting feel on skin

Puffy cotton clouds
Moving shadows
Goosebumps

Swaying branches
Grey snow
Dancing galoshes

Boundless outer space
Deep valley opening wide
National Parks


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