Legs blocked the walkway of the bottom bleacher. The vacant dark corner across the gymnasium beckoned Allie to come hither and hide in the shadows it provided. No one knew her; she had remained as faceless now as she had on the first day at this school. Coming to this dance was a mistake. Who was she kidding that she would be able to fit in at this school? No matter what alias she used something always happened to make life miserable for her no matter where they moved. Why couldn’t she be like the rest of them? What would it be like to be just a human? The empty…
by Linda Nelson © April 2016 When green arrives in spring time Mine Trees burst their canopy forth in fury Worry Not for storms to cloud the sky Why Flowers open buds of glorious color Taller In open fields of green.
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js Congregation of Flakes by Linda Nelson Blowing on the wind Adrift falling in the sky Floating endlessly to the ground An upsweeping wind Captures the drifting flake Pulling it up higher To fall once again Through tree tops Past bird nests empty for the winter Bumping against dried brown leaves With arches and points One last gust of wind Blows the floating, drifting flake Against a boulder covered In the fellow congregation of flakes
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Keelaa A bundle of love and joy full of energy go go go – get that tail. Only in the end to hit the wall of exhaustion Sleep regardless of the Cat’s meow.