May, poetry by D. R. James at
Olena Sergienko



written by: D. R. James


Nuanced woo sleeves the trees absolutely,
limbs, trembling arabesques, re-enacting
their valedictive wave-shrug to April.

Constellations of light-green stars allay
the gray disposition: blazed artifice
erasing rafts of winter entropy.

Feathered seraphim inhabit the grove’s
ethereal umbrella (abstention
from fussy havoc not optional), daft
sanctuary for the ephemeral.

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