Evensong

The mare lifts her head,
Her edges framed by sunlight
as, with a wounding grace,
her colt strips leaves from branches tender
as his own lithe legs
tangled in new willow.

Clouds form a new volcano behind the mountains.
Beer bottles stick, almost buried, from scabbed truck ruts feet deep. 
A man with his mewling cow on a rope
follows long plaintive cries
in the direction of her almost-grown calves.

In the immense spreading Grandmother of trees,
the egrets open their back feathers
like bottlebrush blooms,
and fan after fan, They stroke the air.
White against the vivid green leaves.

For the dVerse Poets prompt.
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