Purple iris bow
in exhaustion
and absolute submission.
Morning sun glistens
on deciduous leaves
of low-growing underbrush.
Twisted Pin Oak leaves
hang heavy
in the wake.
The heavy Hostas cannot lift
a heavenward leaf.
One lone bird
sends forth
a hesitant chirp;
then another,
and once more
the woods come alive
with morning song.
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