Field Notes and Nature Confections aubre siler
Speeding cicadas flitter past
And glide low,
Marking trees with their throats
Through oaky custard and low-hung fruit.
To one another
With their slow saccharine whine:
That schmaltzy ballad
From the prairie thickets are
Treacly and sweet to my morning ear.
Sun-spots caramelize my glass
And singe my sultry sugar-paper.
A set interval decides its ripening,
And the parchment pulls apart into
Tasty, flakey threads.
Freshly pressed petals have been grouped
With tufts of plucked antennae
And shavings
Of fractal wing patterns.
I've made note not to eat them.
And glide low,
Marking trees with their throats
Through oaky custard and low-hung fruit.
To one another
With their slow saccharine whine:
That schmaltzy ballad
From the prairie thickets are
Treacly and sweet to my morning ear.
Sun-spots caramelize my glass
And singe my sultry sugar-paper.
A set interval decides its ripening,
And the parchment pulls apart into
Tasty, flakey threads.
Freshly pressed petals have been grouped
With tufts of plucked antennae
And shavings
Of fractal wing patterns.
I've made note not to eat them.
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Aubre Siler is a current sophomore student in high school. She's enrolled in several writing classes and has had her work published in Appelley Publishing's 2018 Rising Stars Collection. This is her first ever submission to a literary journal.