Sunday, September 19, 2021

The sunrise sits upon the nose of the hare.
The leaves cradle into the morning song of robins.
The cockcrow dew bleeds into the paw of a squirrel
as it inches across crisp grass. 
The godlike scent of wildflowers nosedive and 
bow before the doe.
Streaks of warmth lift the spirits of bumblebees.
As a charcoal summer storm galavants in, 
the roaring thunder sprouts in the coyote’s stomach. 
Scattered rain bounces on tin roofs,
clapping for foxes who sprint towards home.
That afternoon, the woodlands rest.

This poem was displayed in the Octagon Center for the Arts 2021 Gallery.

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