I shot these photos on an autumn jaunt at dusk a few weeks ago. I immediately thought that they might be perfect fodder for poetry. Luckily for me, my poet-husband just so happened to agree with me.
Enjoy this lovely bit of writing, significantly more sophisticated than what usually graces this blog!
that we would scratch the sky with wire, that you would still alight
and dignify our lines with light-boned watchers
in the early evening light
that you would settle there, just seven feet above
our stubborn heads, to tilt them from the paths of aging
and toward the weightless wanderings of birds
before the knell of night