I stood in the misty green at dusk
and heard the cuckoo’s call,
in the dark green woods
the pewee’s song
rang through the glittering trees,
overhead a flock of waxwings
went zinging across the sky,
and there in this tranquil, greening spring,
Here in this misty dark I stand,
Content.
~Kathie Adams Brown
(June 4, 2014)
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