Beyond A Bedroom Window

 

The light is soft

and I tell the sky ---

carry me with geese

back to those wild

evenings I knew..

 

Once again

I'm the pond rippling

from something cast,

 

a firefly

matchstruck in southern pines,

 

and footprints of a fox

that linger to fill

with  fallen seeds, catkins

 

and whatever

shadows drift through her woods.