The daylight shivers when the clouds hang low,
they exhale softly, through my frame, like the leaves
swirling around me, the pollen floats
in synchronized, diagonal fashion
across the field,
across my face,
bombard me gently
like feathered bullets
in nature's playful barrage.
And now I can see the sun
peeking through
with a wide grin.
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