Autumn Equinox
follow then these murmurations of water
the heron sits waits for the appropriate motion
underneath the sun sinks faster
in these days it burns brighter
unafraid of winter
Tag Archives: Fall Equinox
Autumn 2023, no. 23
(a sonnet)
it all just shuffles just shrugs away
near the eve of the equinox
the sky is already painted in autumn
there is no point in dodging the moon,
old tired-eyed daemon (yes one must believe
one must believe in gatormen too
and firetrolls and mermaids
else the world is too flat-faced)
floating in near darkness unmoored
and hoping the lines will hold
knowing only temporary ones do
under reflections by vulgar man-made lights
the river writhes oily: a snake
learning its new skin
Harvest Moon, She Over Packs
The mid – autumn moon brings a host of bad decisions in her rucksack. Landscapes are scorched and drowned. All the most entertaining news is fit to print on stretched eyelids but all the poetry is waiting in the french press. The days ahead are already written and here I am, erasing them one syllable at a time.