trees doused in solar gasoline
flaring cinematic glow
radiant crawling into eyes
and eventually the heart,
it is beyond the four day rain
so no use writing a haiku,
what will you say to moments
missed out by heaven
and only mortal seen,
air as with light has cooled
leaves and pine needles
penetrate the body,
someone will hunt a deer
stripping carcass on the ground
flies on blood crust,
crows clack and dance on branches
high,
in summer your sea washed hair
fell in curls,
now damp hung onto shoulders
as you move off the porch,
eyes with a carnivore hollering
look at those trees
axe slips in hand
thudding only in the mind
blood trail on boards
not yet dry,
those beings who creak at night
have cheated you into thinking
that cutting laughter out of a
throat was better seen than smelled
footfalls soft blue dress swish
night will crawl back into the moon
and phase out its glow,
taking with it memories
no longer imprinted
fragile in the innocence of
aftermath began to feel
that summer had gone
like an abrupt lover
and everything would be felt
with a frost
of reality