#235
Damp cool air
soaks into every
small pore in the trunk
of a small upright pine
the bark of a crooked cedar
causing lichen to pop out
a sage green upon a reddish grey
The sun did not win today
clouds have stayed low
upon the tops of the trees
closing in on us
a womblike shell of
grays and greens
still - not even the
chickadee awake.
Where have they all gone?
that chipmunk
crows and fawn.
Bumble bees cling to
pink blossoms swaying
in a slow breeze
Peaceful rainy Sunday afternoon.
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