Author: Brent

At night
The first snow
Inverting shadows

Field full of burrs
Clinging to dog furs
Sore fingers

Gray November sky
Where the summer birds
Once sang

Night winds
Chasing chins
Under warm collars

Hints of light gather
Beneath the nighttime sky
Wearing pyjamas

The hour before
Three stars become
Orion’s belt

Searching
The autumn-scented air
For one sound of her

Hints on the rim
Of the moon of the sky
Hidden fire

Running between
Stars in the
Morning’s night

Wake the sleepy-eyed
Familiar morning stars
Pointing at the moon