Cottonwood Trees

cottonwood

Summer sky full of the deepest of blues,

I’m under cottonwood trees without my shoes.

White fluff falls through the air real slow,

I feel the kiss of cottonwood snow.

 

Distancing myself from noise that’s amassed,

I can sort through my crazy mind at last.

A layer of white, soft beneath toes,

I kick my feet through cottonwood snow.

 

I take hold of each thought and weigh its worth,

Keeping some, and tossing the rest to earth.

I close my eyes as the sun treads slow,

Dancing barefoot in cottonwood snow.

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