the thinning
of the leaf-green veil
at Samhain
the colors of another world
break through
hummocks
of golden grass
let loose
a volley of birds . . .
thoughts tumbling skyward
one white stone
plucked from the gravel—
again and again
I toss it into the blue
to catch its fleeting gleam
the lines
of a poem I’ve yet to write
tangled
in the silver ribbons
of a lost balloon
splitting
the silver milkweed pod,
Pandora lets loose
upon the autumn earth
a raft of spindrift wishes
