Child-tree
frail, lithe
bids the good-bye light
stay.
The grasses lend their wool
musty-hued
but night
and winter
will be.
Many thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Tag Archives: twilight
Disconnections: August 9.18
The day closes in layers —
palimpsest first
awaiting tomorrow’s script
inscribed by sandal and toe —
next water, rocking itself
in heavy-lidded blues,
slowing, nodding —
then birds, pulling cloud blanket
tucking in
a yawning world
dimming voices
on edge of dream —
atop, where wisps of day
linger like talcum
a so-distant moon
calls the stars.
Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.
Disconnections: July 8.18
Lingering
a reluctant sun
releases day
leaf by leaf
pensive
wondering
what night
is like.
Connections: December 13.17
On brittled page
shadows finger
winter’s braille
summoning day’s ghosts
in silent
bedtime tale.
Connections: July 20.17
Marigolds at twilight
border of hot coals
fevered daytime’s embers
garden’s molten shoals.
Connections: February 26
Twinned in marshy mirror
the day flies
flashing
apart
sic transit
in molten moment
twilight’s performance art.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: September 26
Between the dark and the daylight —
not Longfellow’s evening pause —
comes the afterglow of daybright
September’s twilight bows.
Undulant gentle autumn air,
rocking-chair safe, home-cozy,
whispers bugs out from somewhere
to play their ring-around-rosy.
