An empty tree is filled with stars

      and we, tired of dreams

      seek new forms

      A constellation without name

      is waiting to become

      and light

      flickers from a distant farm

      There will be no coming back

      to fill with objects

      this longing for unknown things

      Night

      waits to become

      all we impose upon her

      SPRING

      Primary motion

      A Cooper’s hawk

      sails its patterns

      circles and dips

      hovers and rolls

      Wings

      form the intent

      the hunt of eyes

      larger than a man’s

      followed and fought

      against cold silence

      And how did you

      come to be ordinary

      though you can’t

      convince yourself

      This field of wild mustard

      a sky set in rain

      a place for dreaming / a place

      to graze your mind

      But the gun is lowered

      the mind won’t graze

      Why here

      in a field of wild mustard

      and how did you come to be ordinary

      though you won’t

      convince yourself

      All night the rain

      driving us through sleep

      washes tracks from the road

      washes snow from the fields

      and somewhere

      beyond the rain

      the moon

      hangs thoughtlessly ornamental

      in the sky

      SUMMER

      Pine trees

      and the grasses in a pine forest

      like sand vaporized

      pulse out a dry smell

      as you climb higher

      and breathe harder

      I stopped to rest

      on a fallen tree

      I thought of you

      gone

      and almost suffocated

      In the moonlight mountains

      darker as they are closer

      are lighter

      farther away

      Clearly / I need

      more light

      to see

      Often these clouds are beautiful

      but I

      can see storms in them

      and sometimes the

      sky has

      more blue than I can believe

      After the rain

      interrupting our afternoon

      / the woods

      floats off a thin smell

      like a new day

      You know you must tell her

      and you are resolved;

      you have composed the sentences carefully

      and you’ve practiced them

      but she’ll not help you

      will not let you know

      she knows

      The thing about mountains

      that from so far away

      you can see where you’re going

      Closer

      everything changes / you

      can see

      only where you’ve been

      FALL

      Afternoon

      a slanted light

      as on a warm October

      all you are

      pursuing

      something vague of apples

      ready growth and still

      green bracken a jay

      and the first blue haze

      juicy with sleep

      weight of leaves

      a sadness something

      long awaited

      Fire must have

      an edge to cling to

      a place

      to spread its forces

      a spot

      to work away from

      The duck

      wilted in the boat

      blood in the bilge

      neck strangely twisted

      the eye a puncture in flowers

      Burn it

      burn it all and start again

      with less collusion

      Each leaf bends into itself

      tumbles down and back / spinning

      down and back on itself

      married to its falling

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