Poem: Field Day

 

Field Day

meek the blushed green sighs,

harebells and heathers,

and the flirty banter of sparrows:

 

hundreds of honeyed natural notes

dim to dusk, serene

in the deep sunken hum

of a sunset cello.

 

seeds of moonlight

dissolve into lambent cymbals

on a strummed pond,

 

to effloresce, 

to glissando,

 

when night swells to enact lacewings

purple of anticipation,

whirrs and chirrs of a soft timpani,

 

so jubilant,

so susurral,

 

and such untethered flourishes

nebulous of firefly.

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6/21/ 24 ... flow fixes

4/19/24 ... mods

Scottish meadow theme ... I think ...