Poem – Hidden Sun

Alone in the fields within the changing forest
the sun plays a game we have no influence over

that we witness from a state of peace and calm
as we are allowed to be here and hear the whisper

of the wind through the remaining leaves and the
distant cascade of the river into the sea.

Hidden Sun
Hidden Sun
Darkening Fields
Darkening Fields
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