Daybreak
Daybreak
A dry wind pushes noisily through the trees.
A fine patina of dust and pollen age the world.
Blueberry bushes guzzle water like baby birds.
It’s going to be a hot one.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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