February 2024
June Crawford Sanders
juneinca@aol.com
Bio Note: Snowed-in, presently in the Sierra foothills. My last publishing credit was a long skinny mini chapbook named Curiosity Feathers, included like an after-thought in the back of the Vol. 9 Winter 2022 issue of Ethel.

Frightful Villanelle

Sometimes at night the mind deceives.
It’s nothing out of the ordinary,
merely a rustling of the leaves.

Imagination, a chilling story weaves
and good sense warns us to be wary
when at night the mind deceives.

Something there is that loves to tease -
mystical being or bird in aerie
can cause a rustling of the leaves.

Yonder flickering lights in trees       
might be moonlight, firefly, fairy.
Sometimes at night the mind deceives

challenging everything one believes.
Inside myself, my selves do parry
from merely a rustling of the leaves.

Tonight the treasure of the seven seas                                       
could not prevail to make me tarry.
Sometimes at night the mind deceives.
IF it was merely a rustling of the leaves

Hypnagogia

When I was fish, nobody saw me flying.
©2024 June Crawford Sanders

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