Everything glass...
Marvelous poem.
"The view startled like a diamond
inside an orange."
"Even my windows went blue
as sea glass, and through them so did the streets"
Seasonal Change
Everything visible was turning:
summer’s light slowing
into afternoon’s darkness,
air startled cold, cracking skin.
Soon, the trees would all grow
skeletal, and the crickets, done
with boring, become as silent
as the fog rising from the river
in the distance. Everything,
everywhere, taking on the blues
that autumn’s swift shift
toward winter soon enough
would make clear. And you,
who’d hardly noticed I was
in love, wearing a diamond
shimmering like sea glass
in sand, would upraise the blind
between us, slice an orange
in half, set its white seeds in
ground without thinking
of what was, had dimmed.
This is written in four lines per stanza, with final line alone.
Marvelous poem.
"The view startled like a diamond
inside an orange."
"Even my windows went blue
as sea glass, and through them so did the streets"
Seasonal Change
Everything visible was turning:
summer’s light slowing
into afternoon’s darkness,
air startled cold, cracking skin.
Soon, the trees would all grow
skeletal, and the crickets, done
with boring, become as silent
as the fog rising from the river
in the distance. Everything,
everywhere, taking on the blues
that autumn’s swift shift
toward winter soon enough
would make clear. And you,
who’d hardly noticed I was
in love, wearing a diamond
shimmering like sea glass
in sand, would upraise the blind
between us, slice an orange
in half, set its white seeds in
ground without thinking
of what was, had dimmed.
This is written in four lines per stanza, with final line alone.