Thirty-second Saturday, from Rancho Obsesso

 

Wind rustles treetops.

Above, against hard blue sky,

Osprey sliding past.

 

Sparrows in privet,

Shaking branches, rattling leaves,

Chirping, but unseen.

 

Big blue dragonfly

Slipping into juniper,

Escaping swallows.

 

 

 

 

 

One comment

  1. james dart says:

    shira!
    and now i get a lovely poem almost contemporaneous with your book’s last line …
    great to see you at rancho/villa obsesso/obsessa.

    have a lovely time in mongolia!
    warmly
    jD

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