Bokmakierie

Poem By Philke Borgelt

when branches are bare
you see the birds better
The Mountain Jester Wears yellow daisies,
red blobs of ericas,
Hurling mist for tricks.
Between Showers Herb scent, rocky view
Spider webs hung out to dry
Bird calls, "How are You?"

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