Thursday, September 29, 2011

Two Trees

The light drips
unsupervised
into dusk. Then,
winter.

It's obvious
that day sips
from the tankard
of night. Leaves
blush, wind staggers
drunk across the field,
through your hair.

--
Happy St. Michaelmas. Count your animals.

2 comments:

Deloney said...

This is a gem.

fran said...

.."day sips from the tankard of night".I love this poem.