Friday, November 12, 2010

Winter Miami light

It’s now the wind roars up at night
ripping threads from torn leaves

red down
yellow down
brown burnt all around

chimneys puff gray smoke tendrils
and early birds at the window
steal seeds flutter and scurry wings
to bush branches

green and lime in Gordie’s studio
we play hockey
sweat indoors in our squash shorts

red up yellow
gorgeous without the rain

Miami seems far, far away
every day
we want the light

crave it

1 comment:

  1. Caitlin, I enjoy reading your posts and observations, and seeing Gord's work. You remind me to have fun, look for beauty in the world and to try and add a little of my own along the way.