The flutter-song swells,
a hundred robins’ voices needed
to create the glowing sky feast—
watermelon, strawberries, peaches—
the moon takes a delicate nibble
before she hums herself to sleep,
the feathery melodies from before-time
drift through the air, rose-tinted and sweet.
There’s a break in the January 6 Committee Hearings, so I’m posting this quickly. I wrote this on Tuesday for the solstice–it was a beautiful morning– and I shared it with @TopTweetTuesday. I’m sharing it now for dVerse Open Link Night.