horse's breath rises
to a colder sun
before me
sweetgum leaves
ripen deep plum
rub a thickening blue
in its branches
chickadees cheer me
cheer my little day
I am out and about
doing what may
or may not
matter
looking for more
wanting something
find it before a white window
the last rose of summer
cradling its skin in old hands
it is the deepest of reds
deeper sadness
an older sun sinking
behind a line of ever nearer trees
JP
9.21.09
No comments:
Post a Comment