Evening Walk
A chattering bush,
Betrays unruly sparrows,
Waiting for the seeds to fall,
From the groundsman's barrow.
A cloud dog chases
A rabbit across the evening sky.
And the setting sun holds
Stratus between its teeth.
We walk easily in the warmth,
Now winter has retreated,
Beneath the soil.
Spring leap.
April 2023
Simon Denegri Poetry 