Threshold Approaching

The hour of a hummingbird queue,
approaching dusk and feeding deer.
The after rain air is cool
and the first gold leaves appear
on the Yoshino cherry trees.
Approaching the threshold,
same sun, same bird songs,
but change is in the air.
The crickets hum, and the hummingbirds
buzz as they zoom past,
places to go, I guess.

Water drops hang upside down on the leaves
and a doe approaches, white tail flicking and nose twitching.
Darkness settles on the forest floor
but the woods are alive in sound.

Final hours of stillness before the dawn.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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