Pearl gray morning
lifts birds to their wings.
Cherries glow
gold-red in leafy bowers
daring the wind.
Above, a sky fading to blue,
carries an afternoon
promise in fat clouds rolling,
languidly, like sleepy lovers
on the horizon,
as if they have all the time
in the world.
Nothing else is happening
now. Listen—cicadas sing.
A doe picks her way
through the dense forest,
snapping a twig here
and there. Nothing else
is truly happening.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
Image: Pixabay
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