T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

as leaf does spin and fall to earth,
the ground prepares for her rebirth.
the trees allow for subtle sigh
whilst wind in whisper does reply.
his gentle breath commands the air
to braid his spirit through her hair
and intertwine the forest floor
about her beauty as decor.
new moon, he fastens to her soul
bejewelled as he inverts the bowl;
the planets whirl, the sun does rise
and all is captured in her eyes.
amidst the light, her dark ascends
like sun with rain reflects in blend.

-a sonnet
© t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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