photo: sharon auberle
by M.J. Iuppa
in shades of amber, an ecology of ash
& aspens, their expansive reach to a cloud
chasing sky casts a spell over me . . .
I look up into heights I rarely perceive
from a farm whose land was once smoothed
by the press of a glacier’s hand.
And so, I slide
into the pool of my shadow & sit there quietly
waiting for the windless explosion of monarch
wings or a thousand leaves tumbling like loose
coins tossed into autumn’s sunlight to take
my breath away.
~ first published in Blue Heron Review