
beneath the burning tree—
fiery between the green—
perched atop a mount
of breezy holly,
songs of past haunts
wisp wistfully
into the mesmerizing
nothingness
of the summer’s
dimming
sun.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Art of Being collection. Inspired by the Acer tataricum living in my new backyard.
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