For the dverse prompt. I wasn’t sure how on prompt this is, and I wasn’t sure where it was going, but I like where it ended up.
Air too dim to see today
the mist too thick the cloud too grey.
Nothing moves on the lane today
between ditch and ditch
no leaves on boughs to perch upon
the robins gone.
The sun is in the sky today
or so they say
but fog and rain conceal the gleam
of pool and stream.
I toss a bowl of sunflower seeds
into the leaves
beneath the trees
the hornbeam and the lime that stand
in silhouette before the house
distilled from rain and chilly mist
the finches flit,
rose-breasted, brown and smoky blue,
powder yellow and the green of mossy bark.
You turn and smile and in your eyes I see
a summer world where blackbird sings,
the russet flash of kestrels’ wings.