Half moon hides among the clouds
in the surreal brilliance of summer afternoon.
There is a silent moment
between each sound —
too small, perhaps, to hear,
but clear enough
to send a sense of singularity
throughout this brief time
of the sky’s impossible blue
and the newly cool north breeze
that loves the weeping birch,
who loves the wind in turn.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2014