A Guest Post by the Sea Kettle Settler

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

-Brian James