Quite warm already
Neighborhood birds, quite subdued
Robbed of their vigor?
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Quite warm already
Neighborhood birds, quite subdued
Robbed of their vigor?
As the firefly
Moves across
The darkness
Leaving a trail…
Moments fleeting
Into memory
Then mist’s winds
Drag them
Beyond the treetops
Up to the stars
Within the hard rain
Atop steel tree; watching
A hawk sits, hungry
Nature’s not mocked
For she holds all the power
We are but trifles
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
Birds
Announcing
Dawn’s
Impending
Arrival
In dark woods thriving
Nourished by the richest earth
Glorious nature
Distasteful flavors
Yet I find them beautiful
With potential death