Indigo sky, high contrail clarity,
sun unfettering, the least albedo
angled image of his furnace blinds.
White-gold halo round his branding disc
not haze but overspill of that walled city,
a vast sprawl bleaching out the least blue light.
Evergreens glow gladly; bare trees ghosted
to transparency where they interpose...
At the right angle, I would dazzle you!
Unflocked and chirping, small birds, returned,
flit quickly to sit with their backs to Sol:
warmed, haloed - a lot to say with few words.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
