Out-stretched necks,
flying jazz musicians'
finely feathered
tuxedo's pressed into
bugle-honking
orchestrations
heralding the change
Thick thatch
choking greens to brown
Striped blister beetles
hunkered-down between
dried blades
of Kentucky 31
Whorled loosestrife
fallen star-like flowers
of yellow axile-stalk
sway with Mother's
morning chill-whisper
A well-dressed Pileated
Woodpecker stands knee deep
in skim-coated ice bath
suet shines his black beak
and a nuthatch clings
on graying limb of red-tip
photina with seed in beak
Blue awning with puffy
pima cotton pillows and lawn
patina parting striations
harvest equinox, a brilliant
lasting luster
seeds of Indian sunset
will grow another day.
this piece took me into an Emmersonian garden, the images mildly remniscient of his work in relation to the natural world...really well done!...so potent, so penetrating...I felt as though I lay on the grass during the reading of this one...all the best to you...happy reading/writing...peace, *jewels*
oh i really like this... The imagery is empowering like a strong locamotive that I retrospectively don't understand how I doubted- so well done, the darkness was felt in the sunset of the rainbow-stunning shadows,... I want to do that. ;)
