Saturday, December 31, 2016

december evening octet

for Colby

five paperwhite blooms, their star faces open,
exhale April as winter’s needle rain glints

silver through amber lights—last night’s time machine:
Orion’s scintillation over unleafed

maple boughs & breath’s quick clouds at a walk’s end;
tonight, cold water from an aluminum

cup, the diode’s glow filtered through lampshade’s web:
procession of peace through loss & regaining

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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