Sunday, November 27, 2016

the fur of the earth

The fur of the earth,
Gold in open-land sun,
Rises in amber tufts,
Climbs the rolling hillsides
In steady-cresting waves,
Reaching just high enough;
And as far as eye can vise.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Fall, suspended

Bright red
Sunlit
Flighted
Flitted
By wind
Suspend-
                ed
Mid-grid
A glimpsed
Second
Unbid
Dead-limp
Descend-
                ed