Empty Lanes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Lanes



Trodding down empty lanes in forests, listening to
leaves crackle underneath my feet as I progress
deeper into the pines.

Wind whispering in tops of pine trees, rattling
their pine cones, knocking some of them out of
their precarious positions on ends of lithe limbs.

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