The indiscernible language
of plants
settles into mist and shadow
near a spread of matted people.
Grass and sadder grains
have induced
a sort of physical anarchy
for reasons
spelled out
across the sunset sky.
The complexity of flora
is intentional
suspending us in moments
just like this
offering a green nest,
the music of petals and leaves
a unity of vision
at the moment of conception.
The trees applaud in crescendo
without a hint of wind.
About the Author: Richard King Perkins II
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.