August evening, Virginia

The fluttering knock

of birdsong.

Green cherries wet with rain.

4 Responses to “August evening, Virginia”

  1. Challenging. A ‘knock’ in the head? Memorable, certainly. I can almost taste the sourness of those firm little cherries. A fine seasonal reference. Thank you for your knock of comments elsewhere.

  2. Thanks, Tito! e.

  3. David Sinex Says:

    Excellent poem. We are in our dry season here, so the image of rain brings a longing. I can almost smell the rain.

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