Today the birches fully yellow.
The creek is flying those wild flags.
It has tasted the honey
of the dark hives of lightning
burning in the mountains.
The chickens drink bravely
from the shallows, and their eyes
sharpen with secret knowledge.
We do not hear their small hearts beating wildly
out in the early darkness.
You have such a way with vivid imagery. I can see everything so clearly, it's as if you create a tiny, little world where one can only fit while reading. And the second I'm out of there, I'm not only impressed, but a little heart-broken that I don't get to continue living there. As always, well done, even though I'm a little terrified of chickens.
ReplyDeleteOh, and the second line is my favorite, it calls out in a relate-able type of way.