Friday, October 26, 2018


the thinning
of the leaf-green veil
at Samhain
the colors of another world
break through

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
in the silver ribbons
of a lost balloon

the silver milkweed pod,
Pandora lets loose 
upon the autumn earth
a raft of spindrift wishes

~Skylark 4:1, summer 2016

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