The Alleghenies
spring green and purple petals
storms in mist. Night falls
an eighteen-wheeler brakes hard,
a doe struggles to stand.
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Hey all, here is a poem 30 and the end of NaPoWriMo for 2019. What a whirlwind of the month. The prompt for today was to write a short poem. This is a tanka and was inspired by events that I experienced today.
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