The Peacocks

[satellitesky]

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They crow at seven
in late summer
While the North sleeps
under clouds and half orange leaves.

And mist,
like breath, rises
over a deer-spotted pasture,
where tall grass wet and bowed
rocks on its heels

And the fawn hidden in pacasandra,
asleep beneath a sleeping willow,
dreams of clover,
three leaved and green.

Comments

[cjgirl864]

This is lovely. I like the second stanza best.