1.
It was a call I’d never heard before
sweet like the wren sings
not like the jackdaw,
with his harsh “caw”
2.
The buds were just opening–
trees, so recently unclad, were
newly arrayed in ensembles
of verdant green.
3.
She walked through park
her eyes blazing
from what she’d seen
I recognized the look:
envy and jealousy
are cruel companions,
their color notwithstanding.
4.
Gray and gnarled,
barren and fruitless
the lone sentinel stood
in defiance of her years.
5.
The last vestige of sunlight
lit up the mountainside,
hitting the uppermost branches
in a final blast of radiance.
Like courting lovers,
the shadows danced in
the burgeoning twilight
anticipating the darkness.
Do we see what we think we do,
or only what we want to?
© Ginny Brannan 2023
Image taken by C.Parant, Appetite for Photos. Used with expressed permission.
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