NATURE Poem: Little brown bats, by Laura Hamel

scatter across the skyline, like
loose dregs dancing
beyond birches, sugar maples,
red oaks, and white pines. The sky
blushes and settles into deep
indigo. The moon kisses sparkling
on the still lake surface.
Winged silhouettes flutter
like heartbeats. Spirits echo
from abandoned places. Memories billow
up into stardust. Their prayers
transcending smoke and mirrors.
Grief is a slow burn.

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