Blades are trembling with varying breezes Flowers bobbing their heads Colored wings flit by Buzzing bodies alite briefly Then move on and on again A patch of wild mustard vies for attention But competition is sparse Among the pale white flowers In this muted meadow Outside my window.
Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
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