Serene Goodnight
Silhouettes stand stark against a burning horizon
The details hidden in sharp contrast.
The skeletons of trees and a leaning old barn
appear tired but peaceful in the distance.
From up here the deepening orange spans nearly 180 degrees.
The only distinct line of sky is the horizon – smooth over a large furrow field.
Behind the contrast of the pseudo shadows of trees
The sky is a study of subtlety.
Who knew red could transform itself
through orange and blue and disappear into darkening gray?
Like Mancini the Great exiting in a puff of smoke,
So the day yields the stage to the sparkling, dancing stars.
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The peace of a beautifully tranquil transformation is enlivened
by the cold snap of air and crunch of leaves
as I climb out of my wheeled cage.
A very faint light still lingers with the wispy smoke of burning leaves.
The sights, smells and colors of autumn wash away doubts of time transfixed.
And I find a guttural peace overtakes me while I retrieve my mail
And I await the next act rising with Orion.
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– Fall 2006