The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2010
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it's winter i can see through my high windows the higher treetops denuded of everything but moss and age reaching into the brief blue sky gable vents across the way peaking space expanding into the bright chill |
low windows show me past fences into neighbors' yards brown and damp, waiting dunes of leaves assorted empty furniture some stacked in sheds against the wind a plastic table and a plant [for- gotten] in the lee of a bulkhead |
sunlight streaking sideways through the pale clean atmosphere bouncing through brush and branch tops and off the deck angling into the house illuminating new corners old webs new surfaces patterns on the walls |
before clouds scuttle back dimming shadows [white light to gray] anticipating [not masking] the crepuscule too soon to begin the wait for dawn |