The Ghost Winds in the city
churn tree seeds into flurries
like snow
millions of flake seeds swirl
and gather in drifts
they ride the winds
litter lawns
stop in my hair
It is my first spring here
should red bud petals join in
like confetti
it will be a storm of seeds of flowers
attended by formal butterflies
white and black
red tuxedo clad finches
rainbow hued doves
flying ahead of summer
#napowrimo
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