What night could dismiss
a day bright as this?
Not even the
greediest pine can clutch a full shadow for all the light.
The frost-white
earth blazing.
The tall grasses
sequined.
What treachery
can lie hidden within the open hands
of such a full
sun?
If night murmurs,
a day like this sings.
Light breaks the
spell of silence
and stirs chickadees
to call, then lift.
Ebullient and
impractical, the small birds stitch flights
across the
expanse with no particular destination in mind.
Clouds assemble
into creamy castles.
And hoarfrost,
brushed free from fixed places by wind,
sparkles and dances
throughout.
—Mitchell Hegman
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