Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Bush Spell

Leaves scratch against
Each other
Irritable from

Birds grow shy
Beady eyes search skyward
As if embarrassed
By their song

The air
Breath held
Stilled in

A gust
Slight movement in the stillness
A sighing of leaves
A rustling alertness

Then a drop
Or two

Breaks the spell

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