Archive for December, 2011
A copper shadow cast across the street
A copper shadow cast across the street.
Your yellow skirts all fallen. You laid bare.
Some soft decaying murmur at my feet.
No breeze or broom to shift fresh leaf from there.
In scattered patterns covering the lawn,
brief ghost of green, alive and burning bright,
is radiating colours from that dawn
and waiting to be swept away tonight.
Four feet can scuff a trail right through calm scenes,
they’ll roll your fading prints into a mess,
but what of summer dreams now smithereens,
though held still, felt and thought out, nonetheless?
The image left by leaf’s begun to rust.
Go find its beauty in the year’s bronze dust.
