Author Archives: corvapriya
(for Chris Flisher) Late dusk, a springtime conjunction of red — Mars and a male cardinal high in the same pine behind the same house. Advertisements
Night’s ice has split the tin bucket but from the holly bush comes berry and birdsong.
Past midnight a doe browses the lilies, the poison ivy while moonlight lingers on the tallest pine. Three bodies moving in the dark.
Near no house a kitchen knife gleams in the crossroads gravel
Overcast morning dawn is a faded cardinal over the worn stone wall
Four days with no mail enough time for a new vine to wrap around the mailbox latch.
High noon – two hawks and a wasp circle the sun