Whimsical

ByRick Ellsmore

Whimsy

Thrives and jives

Alive on

Softened skin

Breathing smoothly

Out of her

Overtaking the air

Surrounding her aura

Luxurious beauty

Magnified

Electrifying my brain

Sizzling from

Deep within

Stirring an

Ancient drum beat

Beating to

A new rhythm

Smooth and wild

Her whimsy

Nature’s whimsical-ness

Can’t be helped

Bunny trails

A must

Delightfully following

A bouncing tail

Through the trees

Mother’s voice

Aspen’s grace

Guiding

Bewitched

Communing in

The presence

Of one

So lovely

Rick Ellsmore

7.15.19

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