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
More
every day
we want the light
crave it
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.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Lauren