The wet weight of air
heavy on the day light,
coalesces
and drips
to lank chestnut crumples
Sky, air and ground
future, close, distant
are just the wet hereabouts
of time, where light shuffles
through the dense world of smells
The wet weight of air
heavy on the day light,
coalesces
and drips
to lank chestnut crumples
Sky, air and ground
future, close, distant
are just the wet hereabouts
of time, where light shuffles
through the dense world of smells
Biting bronze morning light
etches the landscape in stretched shadow.
A sky full of weather
from every month of the year,
graffiti scrawled with softening lines
like ink drawn through water
Winds whistling minor keys
Through fading tired trees
Turning faces, backs to see
Bent in resilient melancholy