We walked around this living place
We followed the light from the
Setting sun, where now and then
It haunts
Through some low, brittle
Evergreen branches
Aged hardy into
A sort of frame in a particular
Spot in the alleé
Back behind the barns.
Anyway, I said
I can’t tramp there right now,
And when she got just past
The burrow, massive roots
Curling mysterious under a ghosted
Long gone tree, and deep
Organic in the slanting-sunset-
Shafted passage demarking,
For the sake of maps and
Deeds and so forth,
The property line’s long double stretch
Of old firs and pines,
She paused
On soft rust needles,
On mossy scrub, and
Because it was the twilight hour
The sun just so, and
Glinting low, I saw its gold
Through that pungent aperture and
In the dim she rather
Vanished down the alleé,
Until she passed by my watching and
Then as if in slow motion, turned to west,
To gaze upon
The fields beyond
When of a sudden
The sun caught the claret ruby red
In her wine glass, perfect axis
Flashing
Clear and claret, ruby, red
I will not forget that
All is well and good
Here in these sane,
Giving, gifting pastures
Windbreaks and growing berms
Tonight the palest
Shadow on moon-silvered
Gathering cirrus harkens
More rain coming soon.
Tonight we speak of other
Energies and allow as how we
Err to not allow them in.
This night, though, promise,
Everlasting beauty, and homeostasis.
Some things are simply
Bedrock
Composting into balance, and
Although nothing is easy now,
I am clear-eyed,
Looking through
The claret of it all.
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