In the dusk of an Easter weekend
while nature held its breath
in vigil vigilant
the Saturday gloom of evening
gathered fistfuls of the
overabundant growth that
lined the path
Trees and brambles breathed
pressing in on either side
anticipating dawn’s fresh
dew of renewal
even while night prepared to fall
The briars offered up a rabbit
wily, listening
navigating the open void
between two sides of the road
for a moment, still,
then gone in a fluff and puff
back into the leafy garden
springtime born
This poem is in response to a weekly writing prompt I read on LadyJabberwocky’s blog. Thank you for reading! Y’all check out her blog and try the prompts!
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