Up early and feeling frisky, October’s moon whistled a
dusky tune through pursed lips, and as one the flock of
cumulo-orpington clouds bustled eastward to fluff
and settle wing to wing on the roost of purpling crags.
©Dana Hughes 10.2.17
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poems and essays from the backyard
You have always been good at colliding words and images, and you do it here again. “Cumulo-orpington clouds” as birds “settling wing to wing.” Great image. You get a lot out of a little here. Very nice.