Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Blithe Spirit, Vol. 29, Number 4, November 2019

journey's end
the red eyes
of a loon

sunflower fields
I never knew yellow
until now

the slough
behind our farmhouse
with mallard drakes
in praise of morning

the vibrant trills
of prairie meadowlarks
rising up
from every fence post,
these old familiar songs

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