Stirrings
An afternoon prepares you
with lengthening shadows
that cool and leave
you listening to the hum
of air alive with wings
lifting to where
somber canopies open to sky
and in the evening
with stirrings that stretch
in the corners of your quiet
and there, under moonlight,
you hear its trembling presence
drawing closer, closer,
yet never near enough
to reach.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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