A small cloud on the cliff
above the railroad tracks—
the shadbush is in bloom.
As I drive up the hollow on
our one-lane road, a red-tailed hawk
passes me going down.
All the spring ephemerals are emerging,
leaves wrinkled and damp
like freshly pitched tents.
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The third tercet is wonderful! I am enjoying this series so much.
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Oh, thank you! Good to know you’re reading along.
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