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If a tree
is felled in the forest
does anyone hear it?
Swaths of
bright pink paint
as outsides peel away;
how many years —
how many layers
have sunsets witnessed?
Snow
settles into furrows,
for the big freeze.
© Melissa Lemay
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| Melissa Lemay |
Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her children, cats, and dog. She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, “Ephemeral”, was chosen as Poetic Publication of the Year for 2023 at Spillwords Press; she was Author of the Month for July 2024 and Author of the Year for 2024. Find her at melissalemay.wordpress, collaborature.blogspot, and at dVerse Poets Pub.


Thanks so much, dear friend, for publishing this little poem.🌳
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Melissa!
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Thank you, Yvette.💛
DeleteBeautiful, Melissa!
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