Tuesday, March 15, 2016

March 14th

... of a day blue--cloud thick
gray--bird thick
stacked in rows across fields waking
calling calling to choir
               and plains
what silent pull alights them?
to water the color of vastness
easily lost in the river's tongue
ripple after ripple to shore
consumed by sky and pressing thunder far comes the night
        to illuminate eagle nest and night falling falling
circling t
hey come
straight and arrowed to land
one after one after sun sinks into brilliance
the sun
this night
as sound carries across the glass to bend the hearts
waiting ....
forged of winter and water's rhyme
danced in crimson shimmering
we become
as vast as gray birds
in this spot
of day's last breath