.
She pretends the sun will stay
and those foreboding shadows
will not grow.
The geese in V-formation
that she saw this afternoon
weren’t really flying south.
Wildflowers still dance
between the rocks
and butterflies still light
upon the phlox
as honeybees
still swarm the mint
and bumbles take the clover.
She hums a rosy little tune
and fills her watering can.
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© 2016 Betty Hayes Albright