Marlboro May

 

Nightfall in springtime —

peepers, crickets, waterfalls.

Why am I so blessed?

The day began with bluebirds,

swallows. Now I hear barred owls.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Marlboro, Vermont

April 2022

 

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