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A grove of saplings on the edge of the forest pines for days to come

Secret: make a song, gold-woven with shadows

My fingers play you, gently,

a blanket, blue like silver

I sing and in my heart

I shelter you, secretly

a blackout/found poem for #openwrite Original Source: Secret by Gwendolyn B. Bennett https://flic.kr/p/2qLRDgD

Some days start in dark, a blank slate on which to write in hope of the light

A tranquility settles in, while wandering where river meets rock

A mending, in part, starts with the heart, then expands into love, with words

Every time he tunes, the blackbird's singing, taking his guitar in flight

the cupboard is bare

bracing for effect: dangerous

cutting and cutting and cutting

found poem from the front page of the Daily Hampshire Gazette

Just a bit of wind dancing on the ocean's edge; a heron in flight

Deep in ground, rooted, the carrot bides its time, waiting for an orange shine

In the shadow time as the sun begins to rust, we settle in; dusk