Sisters
A walled in pond with trees draped with oakmoss
Brighten by a warm predawn glow across
Earthy-wet forest floor scent of nature.
Playing shadows bend, rouse the wild creatures.
Two sisters sit on a small stone clearing.
Nippiness breath near ripple spring brimming
With verdant ferns, guardianship of trust
Closely guarded innocence does entrust.
A gleam of awe on their lovely faces.
An open gold filigree chest graces;
They hold a string of lustrous pearls once worn
By gramma they loved, ever since did mourn.
A bond between two sisters dearly share
That can by no means be lost, but most rare.
4/7/2020
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