Clouds finger paint the wind’s face, nose, and eyes winking.
Quick, whisper one wish or three, before the sun crawls down the mountain…
so ruby-throated hummingbirds find nectar,
sweet shrubs bloom cinnamon velvet,
Wild trillium tease out orchids, white dipped in fuschia,
like red rings the eagle’s eye. He swoops low,
skims the lake at the top of the world, eluding black crows just feathers behind.
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