Hum — A Poem | Nightjars & Damselflies

Clouds

of bee-pricked asters

hum

while your voice –

frilled in petals

& promises –

carries

beyond the window’s

tidy panes,

weaves

through the bloom

& sway of October’s

violaceous hue

And

though I reach

for you,

this separation –

seen,

unseen –

remains.

— C.Birde, 10/22

2 thoughts on “Hum — A Poem”

“frilled in petals” Delightful melding of sound and imagery. Poignant turn at the end. Lovely–the whole poem and photo too.

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