by on October 7, 2012 :: 0 comments

Reminding ourselves
to capture
first light
before the dog days
along weathered trees
are swollen with pine nuts
tangled leaves
and Autumn’s brightness,
when a hundred nests
of squirrels and hornets
hide their first hours
in the dry meadows
on greensward grass
at day break
keeping us quiet
under a solitary sun
by a stammering wind
off the sea coast
as gulls swirl
in the sky’s blue veils.

editors note:

Did you? It’s not too late to hijack a squirrel or be hijacked by the breeze. – mh

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