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Painted dusk…
Nightrise,
the starlings murmur.
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Treeshadow-brushed dusklight ‘cross canvas-sky
releases Venus from day’s goldgrey veil.
The spectral blue washes away while I,
baby, ‘n she walkwander th’floodplain trail.
A collie crouches (Mind of patient poise!),
owners enthralled by th’pirouetting clouds.
We stood enchanted, minds in thrall to noise
now free in th’moment b’fore these starling crowds.
Horizon-hovering, dance fluxflow flight!
Wonder of winter wild where swoopsome wing
fallrises, racing gracile softswift swing
as one as water weaving motion bright!
Could we have stumbled ‘pon a better thing
than murmurations to announce the night?
Image credit – Max Thompson
william altoft 