Midday storm

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 91 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

Goldfinches gad about
in the blossoming crowns of the oaks,
brassy as advertising.

The clouds draw in.
Wood thrushes begin
their evening songs at noon.

Long feathers of rain
on the breeze—a plumage
the exact color of the world.


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