Tag: nature

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Sunlight through leaves

The question is

Which are we, and when?

Morning train

Three horns at the intersection

Still, the oak’s leaves.

Sunrise on half a tree

Cut by her sister’s shadow

All waking together.

A break, in the woods.

…It’s all it took…

A break, in the woods.

A dream’s memory
Like the last leaf on the oak
Hanging by a thread.

When all else is still
With attention, shapes dance
A fleeting moment.