A florescence. Make of it what you will. I’m writing a double wedding scene in Dublin cathedral, that’s my excuse.
Release the hummingbirds
and cat-clawed weasel words
orca-striped badger herds—give us peace!
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Tag: florescence
Morning light
Saying goodbye to NaPoWriMo with a florescence.
This silent morning bright
with birdsong, quick-winged flight
that ravels up the night in soft bliss.
Spring song source: florescence
Spring splashes us with song
from source the season long—
these fledglings all belong on the wing.
Spring florescence
A bit early, I know.
Darting on grey blue wings
dipping where blackbird sings
somewhere a harebell rings—spring starting.
Small town, winter
Day is grey, full of cloud,
in the cold street a crowd
listens to music loud—fountains play.
Listening for lost parents
In the dark, brush of wings,
an owl a message brings,
sound of your voices springs, shivers skin
They sing across the sky,
I feel them pass, they fly,
no need for wings; I cry still today.
These nights
These nights are silent white
with frost and silver light
of moon that shines so bright through dark trees.
