Birth; Discovery; Light

— Nick Butterfield

 

Birth

a life
begins with
an acorn gently
striking the ground,
or merely a silent night,
or worse a silent heart.

Discovery

No sound of the fall was heard.
The trail grown cold.
No one was looking down.

light

The night, not lit by a moon
Or a thunderous sky,
no one was looking down.

 

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