the sun on the water lightens
the perception of a place meant
to be dreary
this swamp where witchcraft brews
this marsh where poisonous plants grow
this bog where oily muck oozes
these rustling reeds certainly are enchanted
yet the only coven around
are the glossy turtles lining the banks
the magic lies in the
swoop of an osprey
croaking love of a bullfrog
hum of mosquitos
the spell that is
this estuary
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metamorphosis
Poésiea collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
