MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

A Thousand Tiny Hearts

Lee Triplett

hang from her branches. Red
jewels blazing in the sun.
Crescents of crimson wave in the wind
climbing all around her.

O that I had a heart so
brilliant, so free on the bough,
riding gracefully atmospheric
oscillations. A heart

rejoicing in the passing
of the day, as imminent
sunset pulls in the lasting
vibrancy of everywhere.