the wind comes suddenly

like a dragon’s breath

the trees creak in protest

sword ferns sway in combat 

the raven cries a warning

the wrens join the chorus


with an inhale, the dragon retreats

the wind only a whisper

like the wings of an angel

the chorus becomes a eulogy


the big cat, freshly preened

purrs a hymn of gratitude


the elk lay still

rivulets of life force

bleed upon his mossy grave 


the vanilla leaves droop in mourning

the bleeding hearts weep

the fawn lilies bow their heads in sorrow


the sun’s last rays illuminate

his spirit hastily departed


Poem # 28 for Poetry Month

daily prompt rivulet 






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