Well hello there.
Seems my brand is now sending awful poetry to people. I wrote this yesterday. it needs work. My brain needs work.
Swifts dart over the great lake
While the mallards squabble below
Pussy willow lines the air, the dewy down of its mattress matched with pillowing clouds above
A chorus illuminates the sky with lilting laughter
A dragonfly hovers amid the meadow
On the horizon, hazy figures in tandem
The skies now empty save for one distant plane
But not the ground below
The elderflower is tipsy in the light breeze
The egret looks for his next meal
The girl sits alone and watches
A day in the life of one field
Happy Thursday. Have a great day x