Molasses Air
of
the Morning Meadow
sits like
Cobwebs in Ghostly Chambers.

Pillars of Light
Slant
from the Mossy Banks
of Trickling Streams,
converging at a Point
Beyond the Trees

Winged Phantoms
Shriek & Squeak
and
Whisp the White Air

A Flash!
of Black
Now-- Nowhere.