Soft Green
The soft green needles of a misshapen pine
are adorned with raindrops that are diamonds
in the gently moving breeze.
A small sparrow, or a dusk- colored dove
will perch on a branch against the lemon-white sky.
The birds bask in silky effulgence
as their stygian hues captivate,
for they are a Night luminosity
within the buttercup light, amongst a colorful land.
The birds' wings are folded against their body, while the tree reaches out to hold
the bird until their wings unfold.
They lift into the heavens that redress
the birds into a light sienna, or deep grey tints, within the afternnoon sunlight.
Later in the day the the tree will steep
in a late Spring-lit evening.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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