Three Short Poems by Ann Privateer

 

An Ember

Among us
Secretive
Near the willows
Off the garden path
Distant yet near
Branching
Into infinity
Filled with sunlight
Lingering
As still as a feather.

The Boy

A character
From Our Town
Carried away
To some other
Time, other place
And we foolish
From too many
Mornings
Wish the horse
Had wings.

Nesting

Spring is here
You know it
You feel it
Growing daily
Flowering music
Soft and slow
And sweet.

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