Forest-Day 13

I dream myself back into that aspen forest. White trunks shooting straight as arrows. Their leaves shimmering platinum in the wind. The ground is musky, feral with life. If I close my eyes and concentrate, a sharp stone pokes through the sole of my sneaker.  A bloom swaggers, brushing against me. The stream sings down the mountain.

6 thoughts on “Forest-Day 13

  1. and more about #BlogFlash. can you tell me something about?
    i mean is it just writing everyday or is it writing based on daily theme and wordcount?
    i’m interested in joining in #BlogFlash.


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