June 27, 2023

scene from the holler

the clouds came early
following the crick
from the mountain’s flat top
down to the church

vibrant greens of the holler
fading under all that humidity
layers of lives
hidden in the trees

there are secrets
waiting to be told
moments we won’t recall
songs we’ll never sing

tonight, the wild flowers
lit by the hazy moon
sway softly
but we can’t feel the breeze

each breath is heavy
wet branches surround
holding us so quiet
while the lightening bugs dance