in the moth dark
of time between
nightjar wheels
on silent wings
before first light
breaks the sky
and winter trees
like skeleton leaves
bare witness to
the rising sun.
wellspring
5 responses to “wellspring”
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I love the moth dark and nightjar wheels. Wonderful.
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Thanks.
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Thanks Sherry.
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What a beautiful poem
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I love watching those branches emerge in the dawn. Too much green now, but they will return. (K)
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