A moment of spring
The cadence of light off leaves,
a symphony in green and yellow and blue,
a soft brush and a quiet stroke from the eye to the earth.
Bitten into stillness,
to be disturbed and slashed through only with symbiosis.
For the weary touch of mid-day sun,
a thankful floating respite.
For the windbound whispers,
There is no wide enough berth,
but you don't mind it.
You live to uphold the world with a tender touch,
and be held in turn,
caught between brown embraces.
in your greens and yellows and blues.
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2021
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