A yellow monarch on
That is not random light, it is a worm
suspended by a satin string.
of the path.
Is that a good or a bad day for the creature?
Hanging by a plant,
pint and a praeter-prayer.
One branch a’loosened. Snapped. Remaining.
The bark of a
tree’s tread. Rubber meeting road-air.
A feather/s lost is no
clipped wing but
Bird might have gone
I well-aged pair of companions.
Purple seeps in.
Light hangs in
Gone before you can even blink.
Driven snow around and on the ground.