Cusp of Equinox
Last night ached with the fear of fall.
I stubbed a toe against the dark.
And then came morning, sparking
ponderosa’s candles one after another;
igniting every living bird with the spirit
of song as we tip the seasons,
the sun tilting to touch each stunned tree
with the amber of its sap, so it stands
for the moment transparent.
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