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 to lambent cymbals

on a strummed pond,

 

how they effloresce, 

glissando,

 

when night swells to enact lacewings,

purple of anticipation,

the whirrs and chirrs of a soft timpani,

 

so jubilant,

susurral,

 

and such untethered flourishes

of firefly nebulous.

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8/26 ... changed some words... "susurral" isn't dictionary accurate but it harmonizes better than "susurrant" next to "jubilant"

6/21/ 24 ... flow fixes

4/19/24 ... mods

Scottish meadow theme ... I think ...