Monday, August 29, 2022

the swirling sky

 the sky swirls above my head

heavy grey clouds revolve around

a flock of birds pinned to 

the dark background

soaring suspended

and lying on the grass

I smell the earth and the rain to come

and listen to the spirits of the trees

whose voices unsung

set the child within me free

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