Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Elisabeth Outlined In Woodsmoke and Dusk

Riding side saddle on a hill, plumed
with her wide skirts of shadow
falling gray, Autumn becomes
the empress in retreat

away from wrinkled leaves, mushrooms
swollen on the trunk
like varicose veins

and frosted water.
Her mirror distorted, so coldly
glared or too kind to show
how the face of a season
has saddened, aged.

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