Centering
took to
the trail
meandering
through a glade
and found
the moon
full
of orange marmalade
the fireflies
took a dip
and came up
in sparks
the air held
its breath
on a soft summer night
as bumblebees
floated in pink fields
down every row
never lingering
too long
on a single petal
as if there was a schedule
to keep
the rabbit too
was in such a rush
as it made a mad dash
across my feet
to the underbrush
the heron though
was in no hurry
still as a statue
as it watched the water
ripple forth
ever camera shy
it took off
to a private oasis
its wing a watercolor
brush
framed in a mere
moment of moonlight
etched across waves
I took the portrait
home
and hung it
in the gallery
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