Book of Days

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Biting cold--

across the grey lake

clouds and mountains.

Snow starts, then stops.
Crows mass in whitened fields,
dead deer in the median.

We drive all day

over the mountains to Sue's.

There's snow here and stars.

no ducks here
late season fishermen
river calm enough to freeze

Sounds of machinery.
I wasn't expecting
pink burst of sunset.

Darkness at 5 pm--
thinking of ducks at roost,
cold, dark water.

Wish fulfillment--

white wings, crimson barrens,

mountains on the horizon.