Barren maples, stark
in their contrast provide
the perfect lattice work
to frame this evening’s sky.
Cloudless, oranges fading
to turquoise and all those hues
deepening dusky blues
darkening eastern night
where stars begin to reside.
Off the nearby pond
six geese cross noisily
accentuating further
the silent falling sliver
of a crescent moon.
Farther off, I mark a score
or more companions
heading into the twilight;
I am mindful
of my own flight in tow.
 

02/14/2002

Posted on 02/25/2002
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