borrowed lights

 

the ashen sky is falling

land exhales fumes and smoke

shadows widen, rehearsing

what comes next -

or so it seems

in the rearview mirror

my hands, empty bowls

my body, battlefield

storm-tested terrain

my feet, sore from stone-shard ground

or so it seems

in the rearview mirror

but here, right now

winter sun holds 

bare maples stand, listening

snow hushes what survives

i am here, attending

not to the dimming of borrowed lights,

but to the spark i carry-

fire struck from pen and paper,

time marked without

vines of regret

let us spring

toward the pale tree

where brightness still gathers

                              Inspired by:   Extinction of Useless Lights

                                             by Yves Tanguy

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, our last one for the year 2025.  Thank you for all your visits and comments.  See you in January 5, 2026.  

December Tableau

 

I unbox gold trees

trimmed festive red bows

there are amber lights

tricking my eyes - moon-

seeds or neon lights-

cold nights, fevered dreams- 

December blues paint

falling snowflakes from

silver dusted sky

still the heat of you

remains - pillows, book-

marks,  coffee-stained mugs

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Picture This in Six, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.

sewing me

 

with maple leaves & apricot threads

along the pattern drawn in my head-

a mash-up of seasons

pinched in circles 

crinkled by moss & moonworts

there's a backstitch

to loop into,

brown as long tail of winter wheat

then scattered red as pomegranate seeds 

what hardness i have is softened

what stiffness i have is uplifted

to the steady clacking of the needle plate 

though the hemming is sloppy

and the binding a crooked line 

i am 

resilient as feed dogs,

threading & unseaming each patch 

as i go along

my floral-spiked hair is loose bobbin

my feet the bias, popping with color

i ease into an

applique sutured in green

spring words leaping from my lips

sun's breath on my hair

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Come Sew With Me...Sort of, hosted by Lillian.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visits and comments.