Day 28, NaPoWriMo

This still needs some tweaking.

the sky today blue and opalescent
the low hills of the catskills blending to
lavender tucks and pleats above the brown
fading to one: the sky and clouds and earth
These mornings when the spring’s unsettled still,
cold nights and balmy afternoons then gone
I hear the birds begin to sing at dawn
just as the sun hops over the near hills
The front yard lays heavy, each blade a drop
the empty birch twigs dripping water down
last night my little flashlight caught the world
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold
The birds still just, as when I stopped last night
afraid my feet would scatter all the gems.


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