Golden

 

The hour

the afternoon

the month

of gold

Dickinson's blazing gold

Frost's fleeting gold

3

Dickinson

Frost

        

After

 

After

the day's deluge

gulls gather

in spontaneous ponds

where ducks

forage

bottoms up

At the dam

a mink

scampers

slipping

between rocks

to catch

a fish

struggling

in still

low water

2

Ready and waiting

The trees

look ready

for the change

leaves rustling

with dry whispers

edges curling

some

transitioning

from green

to gold and crimson

A few

snatched

by a stiff breeze

One last afternoon

of summer heat

then

maybe

finally

fall

1

 

Wish (18)

 

Wishing

for fall

the cool air

scented

with leaves

and harvest

the colors

the frost

A season

so fleeting

In a blink

bare trees

and snow

Kind (17)

 

The ancient words

the ones

that murmur up

from the gut

or the back of the throat

where the heart

climbs

seeking

to voice

comfort

community

kin

kind

Growing (16)

 

In memory's garden

images of peace

are growing

under the cool shadows

of pine trees

that have stood straight

decades

perhaps

a century

Big Sky (15)

 

This big sky

makes me feel

small

too small

to hold up the world

which isn't really

my job

is it?