Cottonwood Parade

Fluff flies from above
Gossamer specks land on grass
It resembles snow, cascading down
A fantasyscape
Surprising my eyes
It is a cottonwood parade
And I'm marching along
The sun is warm upon my face
I'm full of vigor and life
Smiling as the cottonwood waltzes down
On a late afternoon in June. 

6/5/20

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