Waiting: Fall

Waiting: Fall

 

For Love of Red

 

Red silk wet on pine needles.

Maple and sumac glimmer red against the road

neither red as the red wool blanket

in my blue room.

 

Evensong

Coyote families sing to each other in the dusk

sun flares redden mountains

sky blue as lapis lazuli

until moonless black night uncovers stars.

 

 

 

 

Cold Blue

 

 

blue scraps of sky

crack out clouds

 

dull winter ground

rigid brown

 

soon

snow we’ve longed for

 

 

Storm

clouds bank black against less black mountains

flying snow crosses dusky sun

fractured into winter rainbow

 

Red Twig

 

Morning fog lifts its wet weight

red twig shines

in remembrance.

 

Clouds in a prism of urgency

rush to the sea

 

An insect passes

lost in last summer’s litter.

Sidereal

night draws each body

over moonless horizon

 

Jupiter rises

stars overwhelmed

orbit toward dawn

 

 

 

 

 

Fog

 

shapeless quiet slides over the roof

colors hide

in deepening dusk

rain channels bark

 

fog drips on a forest mouse

somewhere near      a song

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