June

A child’s infant voice sings shrill as
Against the cerulean sky-
Crystal and clear
The father’s voice kind and rustic
Answers back adding to the child’s play

The sparrows and finches are chatting in their sprite like chorus
Across from this patch of lawn
Daffodils wave gently, unfazed by the wind
They flex as does the desert grass now brushed green by the short storm restoring its verdance with nitrogen

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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