30 days of poems – 2020 {4}


mo(u)rning song

a grey veil
of fog

does not stop
the red, red cardinal
from singing

from the topmost branch
of the still-bare tree
planted by the echo
of ancestor

in the hedgerow
red-winged blackbirds

crow vies with jay

together we begin

a new day


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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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