Sunday, September 26, 2010

September ~ Victoria Mosley




September is on its heels
leaves settling like latent geese
in dusted flurries.
Morning comes with earthquakes,
red ivy twisted, fading green
on branches that can hold no more:
skin fears the chill of early frost
light breaks the veil of poached sky,
I hold my eye on you.
Like a kohl rimmed cave painting;
we mouth gestures.
 

from "out of context"


1 comment:

Gordon Mason said...

Greta images. Enjoyed reading this.