autumn blue
…
like the gathering jay
landing indigo dark
at this goodbye leaves fly sky
waving summer’s
last muleta
…
and this hollow black horizon
fielding landings
for cold flight frenzy bright geese
holding court
in a flurry of age
…
and you treading merlin’s tall night
through a landmine
of lost forest season
no frame can contain
or define
…
and the brink of soft light
through these brittle bone trees
of tender sight not quite description
guiding current the truest
way home
…
listen here
