Hummingbird on alert
Muted Senses Are On Alert
The hours of civil light leave piecemeal
Clouded by normal twists in a natural world
Crepuscular hunters win the long twilight
And wrestle blue from October’s sky to ground
Damp pushes moods to sit close, hog the blanket
Musty from a short summer. Matutinal edicts
Are forced on those who crave the long slant light
Long draughts to pull through winter skies
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I love how Dale relishes the moist, dark seasons in the Pacific Northwest. But I am just not there, yet. I am in mourning for a summer that didn’t seem to happen, fall light I want more of. I didn’t get my fill. I don’t need my wintering in, just yet. I’m a bit of a bird on alert, scanning the sky for blue.
(That’s our resident Anna’s hummingbird. Thankfully they stay year round.)
October 17, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Oh, what a beautifully sounded poem!
I love the way it stretches with long single syllables from consonant cluster to consonant cluster.
those who crave the long slant light
Such music.
October 17, 2009 at 10:38 pm
:-)
October 19, 2009 at 8:42 am
Awesome poem!
October 19, 2009 at 8:47 am
Noah!!! Hi!!! Thanks for stopping by. I’ve been wondering how you’ve been.
(Thank you.)
October 19, 2009 at 11:19 am
excellent poem. i know what you mean about mourning a summer that never happened. i seem to miss those warmer days too. they just didn’t materialize this year like other summers before. but, i do look forward to winter- more specifically, Christmas. i am anxious to fix some candies, decorate and God willing sleigh. hope all is well. have a great day.