Redefining Hope

Down behind the wild hedgerow

In that little dip where spruces 

Stand apart and make a

Heart if I'm looking for signs, 

The sky molds into pure 

Peach, the golden peach of 

Day's passage into  

The night.

I see the black green 

foreground life:

old evergreen and cypress

Punctuating landscape,

I see the old apple tree

In fading silhouette, all

Bookmarking the miracle of 

Change as day gives

Way to night. 

Now grey cirrus float atop

This light, counterpoint to 

The slipping glow, the

Traveling across the land,

As sun arrives 

To burnish fields and rivers 

Of the west.

This exquisite ephemera—

Light, change, constancy—

Are all I need for now.