Afternoon Poem, January 12, 2016



Winter twilight is heavy

The elms, old and winterbare

Spread their brittleblack branches skyward

Mushrooming against the cobalt blue

Like the head of some ancient, overworn broom.


Birds, nondescript in the darkening moment

Black against black

Roost tightly in high branches

As if the weight of evening

The weight of new darkness

Would prevent their flight.


Copyright 2015

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