Transitional Season
These last few days here in DC have been perfect fall: warm and pleasant during the day and brisk with that autumn tang after sundown. I have been reminded of a poem I wrote three years ago during this season:
Dusk in Farragut Square
Loose flocks
of starlings drift
through the deepening blue
sky. Bare branches finger
the air and the rooftops'
edges soften into the dark
just above the reach
of the streetlamps’
light. Evening is dissolving
into night, autumn brushing
up against winter.
The park is a quiet island
and even the sound
of traffic seems muffled.
The chill breeze scatters
a few leaves, then stops
for just an instant,
still and silent as
a held breath.
November 27, 2002
New poem soon....
Dusk in Farragut Square
Loose flocks
of starlings drift
through the deepening blue
sky. Bare branches finger
the air and the rooftops'
edges soften into the dark
just above the reach
of the streetlamps’
light. Evening is dissolving
into night, autumn brushing
up against winter.
The park is a quiet island
and even the sound
of traffic seems muffled.
The chill breeze scatters
a few leaves, then stops
for just an instant,
still and silent as
a held breath.
November 27, 2002
New poem soon....
posted by Greg at 4:45 PM
1 Comments:
haven't lost your touch there enchilada!!! made me glad i am indoors tonight with the winter chill outside...fabbby imagery...glad all is well with you ....
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