Whispers of a Coming Season

flashes of silver

fish plash beneath clacking palms:

season of the fins

sweet budding branches:

brush back the flying darkness

comb through tangled stars

lavender shadows

ease across the evening sky:

waiting for the moon

cicadas thrumming

summer’s white noise droning on:

silence of the trees

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