fraught with innocence
a stream sings to itself
of its own perfection
factions of trees lean
into one another elegant
branches entwined
below a watery green
gloaming as peaceful as
it is still broken
by the wing-beat of leaves
fluttering a million hearts
whispering this and that
of spring when life once
steeped in sleep
grows wakeful breathes
mystery transforming
into something more
intimately recognizable
© 2020, by Hannah Six
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