Post 228: golden marsh, morning, new baby girl coming

by Carol Bass

Marsh 2015-1 copy

southern autumn for a new granddaughter

sultry evening air
swirled
through dark dancing oak limbs

deer reaching
balancing front hooves
up on palms
feasting on every last berry

whistling twittering bird song
migrating
over marsh grasses
in open morning windows

ecstacy to be
a traveling soul again

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