Laughter in her soul

Some days, editing a bunch of poetry, Nine Worlds, feels like Spring is on its way…

Grass blur

Laughter in her soul

Dreaming

A girl living in the wind

Passing out from beneath the tall conifers

Where the sunshine catches her face

Once blue thoughts fade from her eyes

As Winter fades on Spring’s new ride

Classic colours trailing beneath clear sky

Like running, rushing mountain water

Her smile comes fast, runs deep

Laughter in her soul it fills the air

As time reveals long-lost escapes

Every gasp in the moments to breathe

These days of not being in bed

Awake, alive, rattled, running fast

As do the jet stream rivers

Their, her, sky-born living winds.

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