Late Evening.


A blackbird calls across the night

his song falls sweeter still

moonlight shimmers through a

stream, ripples spilling gold.

Spring’s new breath a promise

holds, of buds and birds,

and new beginnings.

Stories to unfold.

© sweetwater 2023
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