We marched out, the day
already warm, full of birdsong
and a blue sky filled with lovely clouds.
We chatted, stopped, watched
as two birds squabbled through
the limbs — maybe it was a lover’s
quarrel about the keeping of the nest.
Nearing home we were awed
by the striations of colors in the sky,
a beautiful display of artistry; we stood
a while and marveled, humbled by
a blessing in the clouds.
–C.L. Fisher, April 2020
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