Saturday, February 6, 2010

The low sun
Flashes
Flickers
Through the trees
Red Light
In the space behind my eyes
Telling stories
From a billion years
Of watching
The spinning planets.

Knowing
Brushes past me
With wonder
In a blinding flash
I shut my eyes
My heart beats,
And we drive on.


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two sisters
lean close together
shining white
alone in a field of brown bark

~

Suddenly-
a cloud of birds
sharp wings outlined by grey sky

~

bare sculptures
painted branches
twist in praise of the sunlight

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The eyes of a house
Watch us,
Disspassionately,
As we drive by

~

out of the fading daylight
we drive into the shadows
of heaped-high stormclouds
the sun shines bright farewell
as it fades into greyness
winks,
then disappears.
darkness falls.