Cirrus minor

In a churchyard by a river, lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses and the graze

Yellow bird, you are not alone in singing and in flying on

Laughing and in leavingWillow weeping in the water, waving to the river daughters

Swaying in the ripples and the reeds

On a trip to cirrus minor, saw a crater in the sun

A thousand miles of moonlight later