Isolation.

 

A velvet mist whispers

in the air, shaded 

grey clouds wander

the sky, and hazy green

freckles sweep through

the trees.

Nothing stirs, save a lone

lark soaring and singing,

weaving notes that fall

joyous, to the ear.

© sweetwater 2020
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Ifyouplease

very nice!

Supratik

Superb!

Griffonner

This reflects what so many of us experience in the countryside. Nicely penned.
With best wishes to you and yours in these troubles times,
Griffonner

Kipper

Lovely as ever! Not been around for a while; your poem is a nice welcome back. Kipper

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