slow flow of the river—

on reaching the hilltop 

I’m gasping for air

a chill setting in...

white contrails crisscross

a bright blue sky

this evening...

a jet-black sky        &

a first quarter moon

dusk approaching—

in the heavens clouds

supercharged with light

Starlings...

blackening the sky

a murmuration of starlings—

reed beds at dusk