(Inspired by AB17, BB17, OVP 17)

Fault Lines

Early summer, damp trails beneath verdant green
earth-scent rising with damselflies,
a brush of white-dotted fawn,
deer in dappled light
there and gone like a shy smile.

The sun flowers, sprinkling golden petals
to the ground, and wind-wild spirits rest.
For a moment, all is peaceful,
then the motors hum-drum-roar,
the blades whirr on boughs,
wings closed as prayer hands, spread wide-open.
rise above the tumbled, tossed, uprooted earth–
a hunter’s shot sounds in the distance.

Day 17 of Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see all the images and other poems here.