Photo by Mary Bach
This morning the moon
begins to wane
in the lightening sky.
Mourning doves call to
you, you,
you
but jays and wrens and barn swallows
are chirping too.
Outside the window
there are ten thousand branches, more
that were dead,
now, near bursting
with a million, million buds.
Don’t tell me there are no miracles.
Thank you for the prompt of a 55 word piece, and the subject of Easter in the Imaginary Garden with Flash 55 Plus. This is also for Day #5 of PAD. Happy Easter or Sunday or whatever you are celebrating today.
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