Eastern Light

Held aloft in canopies of green

Cicada drone
Light takes as its own
Summer timbre
At my window

Down here
I watch day’s approach
Slowly unravel the secret life
Of plants

And live without effort
Gleaning life from light
Filtering down
The canopy dawn.

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