Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on October 22, 2012
Autumn came in with a rush last night;
a storm from the south offering wind and rain,
fine gifts after the dry summer.
Artie drove mom to the airport in his red truck.
How small in a hug she is now
who once towered over me
Rumpling gray quilts above obscure the long view,
send my thoughts diving in old deep pools
to check the store of remembrance, winter’s fuel
As I watched them take the gravel road, a coyote darted across,
leapt the stone wall into the tawny field.
Omens fill my thoughts like the clouds the sky.
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on October 21, 2012
Horsetails presage rain
I hear the wind beckoning
Fall wakes old despairs
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on October 15, 2012
Green praying mantis
holds vigil at my window
lethal elegance
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on October 9, 2012
clear a space:
armsweep across the table
or descent of night will do
the pungency of day's vigor
clutter on a table
can be expunged
now it begins:
release the locks
relax resistance
into the clear space
each thing comes brightly itself
the silence of owls' wings in flight
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on October 1, 2012
You say that moonlight falls upon the land
To permeate the planet from above;
That down it pours, as from an artist’s hand,
And gilds the night in silver show of love.
But I know better. Luna is insane--
As mad as she is barren, yet still more;
With crazed desire she draws pearlescent rain
From flooded soil and conjures to her orb
A stream of late-spilt sunlight from the ground.
The saturated Earth can’t help release
This luminous excess, and with no sound
It floods, a glowing tide, to find its peace
Above. A barren sister to the Earth,
Cold Luna steals our light to swell her girth.
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