Whispers rustle
Through the leaves
Bird wings unsettle
Summer air
Laughter echoes
Back and forth
Between the trees
Anxious dogs
Bark their unease
The sun
Has lost it’s midday glare
The skies cry ~
A storm is nigh
I guess it’s time
To say goodbye.
C.K.23
Superbly concise and chilling, Clare.
Brilliant stuff, as always. Everything fits so perfectly and makes so much sense in a poetic manner. You're a star, Clare.
Thank you for this.😊
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John Marks
Thu 30th Nov 2023 20:49
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