October Sunset, Rebecca DuPont |
a
monarch rests her silk wings
preparing
to hitch a ride
on
a southern current ripe seeds
yield
sprinkling yellow fields
of
billowing prairie grass
in
the center the mother tree
her
mahogany bark ignited
by
the setting sun clings to clusters
of
orange leaves a doe passes
beneath
guiding her younglings
south
toward warmth
and
a remembered salt lick
evening’s
long fingers begin
to
weave light through thinning
boughs
opening the way to
winter’s
starlight fierce as scripture
Pat Martin