From my quiet pitch in my pj's
the dawns dark fire rekindled
under the coal clouds
embers embracing day
remembering and warming
their undersides
pink lily liver bellies
waiting for white to shine on...
The shadows never slept,
spoke the moon softly
who watched
the menage a trois
of Mars, Venus and Jupiter
atop the altocumulus stage
late and lascivious at this hour-
A hush and the sky gives way
to orange, Octobers delicacy
indulgent, licking glad and warm,
Indians wave
at the passing warm breeze
the kindred Monarch
of summer reborn
taking the Santa Ana pass
linger now
A black phoebe cracks
shells in the slow stir
of rise and shine
of rise and shine
human voices splinter
lips labor for slivers,
making first words
untruth
whispers and thoughts
are better for the butterflies
already dressed
for Octobers occasion.
Image by By Lisafern (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
