
Light as Bees Wings
The morning sun is
warm as a peal of bells.
Grey squirrels spiral up
and down a tree trunk,
and the sky’s bursting blue.
This pétillant spring air
is as light as bees wings.
Written for Brian’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: Pétillant . AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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