Out in the green expanse,

hearing the symphony of

birds chatter and seeing

the sun’s light throwing

shadows  across the trees and

grasses In her last smile of day.

 

Here now breathing in the

invisible air. cool and clean.

and feeling the ample evidence

against my exposed skin as the

tree trunks fade to ghosts and I

look and sense night’s immanence.

 

13/2/2022