Poem: Field Day

 

Field Day

meek the blushed green sighs,

the harebells and heathers,

and the flirty banters of sparrow.

 

a hundred honeyed 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,

 

and as they effloresce, 

and glissando,

 

night swells to enact lacewings

of purple anticipation,

whirrs and chirrs of sotto timpani.

 

so jubilant,

so scintillant,

 

these untethered flourishes,

nebulous of firefly.

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4/19/24 ... mods

Scottish meadow theme ... I think ...