Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Decayedence

From grey
rains five-
fingered embers.

A cold
smokeless burning.

Cremated,
summer scatters
herself on
wet wind;

blankets New
England
in her ashes.

1 comment:

Hector the Crow said...

you're so elusive chels - i've bounced off you so many times - maybe that's why i like you - keep posting and east coasting