the clouds pulled long and lean,
feathered like angel wings.
a one-legged dove
counting fifty hops from fence to fence
but flying most gracefully,
dust devils fleshing out the air,
a fly arriving on a horse’s ear,
children playing in a yard somewhere.
someone looking for their dog.
butterflies waltzing with the wind
and songbirds on tour.
clever rabbits grasping straws
that fall like leaves from towers of hay.
the sky the bluest eye you’ve ever seen,
twinkling with the joy of unborn stars.
(Poem and photos by Emily Murdoch)