Early Evening, May, From the Train Tracks

A slice of sand in the middle of water,
Silver fox twigs and bramble at its banks,
The first fire cracker bursts of green and sage,
And a winter’s list to the small trees leaning into the sun,
Hopeful. The sky a grand blue, cloud light
Grand dragons, a grand wind, a grand river,
A grand sunlight nestling low over the prairie,
Red flame covering the grasslands and farms,
Its bright shadow soft against the land,
  Sliding the grandest of days into the grandest night.

Michael H. Brownstein

Archived 02/09/2010