Treeline Lullaby

power lines
thread through tree line
glow of day's end
songbirds wing their way
toward safe harbor

hardwoods soar
from earthen floor
to dwindling sky
fading denim
patched with damp clouds
 
rain waits
for the cover of darkness
no upturned leaves
cupped for catching
drops proffered

instead
bare limbs battered
by storms fury
dark clouds pass
but darkness remains
 
twilight swallowed
by the sudden squall
crows call goodnight
and the moon posts guard
over the forest

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~

Stacey Dye  
Jean Brasseaur 

notes on the process