Frost crinkles late blooms, a lacy white netting
invades upon a morning haze.
Fall sheds itself, undrapes heat
discarding warmth in leafy twill and tissue.
Later the sun will counterattack
the chill will melt
upon a tepid winds still gilded breath,
yet
a shade of winter is moving,
weaving itself into the mud and earth,
it is tracing a chill unseen river
and where that cooling pauses
the living must find cover
or pass away.
Categories:
undrapes, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I kept its funnel-cloud eyes.
I kept the inner workings.
Kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept the whir of its mirroring mind.
A shutter undrapes shadows.
A shabby couch on a dusty porch,
still plays bluegrass though
a fish-eye lens.
Dancers in Beijing seep
out of digital skins.
Of course the viewer dims,
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.
I can now catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long burnt corn-maze,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.
Categories:
undrapes, poetry,
Form: Free verse