Tag Archive: sun


Partake

I cup strawberries in my hand under a stream of freezing water
The sun’s heat, stubborn at first, relents and leaves the fruit

© Chagall ∞

Bumper Crop

I am awash in
incidental oregano.

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Eternal bright light
Her soliloquy honey
Evergreen deep rain

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Confidante

You
the final ray of
sun on her face

Tell me,
did she lower her eyes and
were her cheeks flushed?

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Her and Mitosis

Petite organisms traipse ever so tipsily
o’er the photosynthetic landscapes of leaves
on yonder trees and nearby yews, everyone’s doing
the tango, the tangle of photons, lip-locked organelles,
dancing to Miles’s Solar.

© Chagall ∞

Silhouettes on the Shade

There on the snow, the shadows of ancient flyers
perched atop rooflines, barring the sun.

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The Final Eve

The last silver streamer alights,
confetti and ticker tape abandon flight,
balloons fall from celebration
failing to be held aloft.

Remember when we were? Each awakening brought
a new day with new sun in which we bathed defiant,
we dared it to blind us, we countered with our own
heat, radiance, impulse to grow, and then to burn away.

Soft brooms whisk the memory; the clink of glasses raised
to toast is still there, not quite yet imperceptible.

© Chagall 2017

Yep, the Red Omega!

And Julia says hi –
a summer of sun soaked
peppermint RayBan razzmatazz
– tell her hello for me too.

© Chagall 2016

Ice Chips

The night is crisp, autumnal.
Bourbon sweeter.
My son and his petite amie
at a friend’s cabin while they’re away.
With them, a bag of sweet potatoes
I grew and cured, for roasting
over the wood fire they’ll make.

Life is good.
Peepers sing earlier
than usual tonight. Harmonics from breezes
to trees to shape the glass arc of our ears
to blow gently in them.
I am yellow aged orange inflamed
dared to go red before withering.

I pray to the last gold ray of sun
there in the tall eastern trees
that refuses to say die to another day.

© Chagall 2016

First From The Sun

On Mercury
its day is
longer than
its year

It’s all
about spin
the path
your journey

Chagall 2016

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