wondering what kind of tree - 42 | my life in a nutshell

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pampas grass

under the summer moon

this humble teacup

when marigolds were everywhere

calling a squirrel's name

leafless clover

just like the new moon

crickets

never-ending rain

molting one last time

my visible breath

my sunrise

like the patch of pale white sky

eternal rain

not sure what to feel

invisible stars

reminds me of an old friend

how uniquely lucky

under a meteor shower

just the sound of crickets

feathers and furs

four-leaf clover

even rain turn into stars

a new part of themselves

pastel sky

a confetti of leaves

summer's end

the silence of frost

birds and feathery white clouds

like these dandelion flowers

god rays over billowing clouds

acorn hats!

somehow it all worked out

even the dandelions bloomed

peanut butter sandwich

paper moonflower

silent rain and fireflies

mother and son

butterfly bush

eating egg tart under a pine

the brightest dewdrop

wondering what kind of tree

weather-beaten bones

a glimpse of a fox

the flavor of maple leaves

filling the empty seats

baby squirrel!

a tough bunch

my warm milk

drifting across the cosmos

pale yellow moon

stories in each window

all the scars it outgrew

moonlights and dreams

blue heron

the way autumn greeted me

never knowing when

one autumn per second

just me and the sound of rain

floating leaves

beneath the streetlight

all the moonlit nights

in golden ink

ichigo ichie

this nightmare...

mother tree

mackerel sky

a lone raccoon

flying across the stars

spearmint gum

like the decaying leaves

the sweet side of autumn

dust and red maple leaves

teary moonlight

like a moth to a flame

lover blue jays

wishing it would last

across the wispy clouds

the weight of this world

a thousand leaves

till the last leaf falls

nameless birds

sleep tight little bird

what do you call that wind?

two chrysanthemums

for a dying bee

like a bird

the bluest blue sky

alone with the moon

i will

into the white sky

it always speaks to me

whirlwind of leaves

wind chimes and ice crystals

footsteps on fallen leaves

round and fluffy

moonlit fingerprints

hey moon

with purpose and meaning

the perfect dawn

still holding on

looking lively with mosses

maybe a shout

boxes of hot cocoa

the silence in between

my rippled reflection

one wish

#42

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