Monday, November 28, 2011

Late November

Small wind flexing
stale breath of softened fall
ready to harden into winter
Last tender water song
and the sun strong through clouds

Two days till December
a tenacious window holds
summer's friction, sand's mold
and the dog just looking

Comfortable on a high perch,
give of the dune ridge
and tumble of last softened days
into the columns of deep water:
developing cold

No comments:

Post a Comment

Spring rain in the railyard, Centralia, Washington