NaPoWriMo 4: Abstraction Poem

Rays of sun
begin to fasten
in aconite
below the still
naked trees

A thrush calls
and cheering chiffchaffs
larks fill in
to mark the new
arrivals

Soon anemone blankets
will dress the floor
for concerts
and courtship
and Sunday picnics

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