Infinitesimal

Oh this magic hour!
The whisper of cosmos
in a lavender sky,
our smallness reflected
in newborn shadows,
the silence of
faded stars and
satellites
punctuated by the
murmur of birds  —
a fleeting shock
eyelevel
across the lawn  —
then a wake of silence
still, before the day,
this in-between,
just a rustle of leaves
a swift breeze
a silver-white egret
passing across
the tissue-paper moon,
and all the leaves aglow
in secrets
yet to be shared
with the day

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Photo & Poem ©2026 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you’ll love my book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale at my Etsy Shop.