she throws back her head
leaves hair
to stream behind
around her
taken up
by the wind
in rustles and flutters
sway
she dances without moving
sway
breeze blow
zephyr carry me away
with the dancer
green lady
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #25: can’t trust the rice
Frank Prem Poetry 
That is a beautiful description.
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Thanks Maria. The picture doesn’t do justice to the tree when the wind in the heights is swirling the leaves around.
I’ve been enjoying these few large trees.
Cheers,
Frank
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I could see the motion through your poem though.
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That’s wonderful. Thank you.
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