Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The overlook on route 67

A pair of birds watch the sunset from a leaf-blown tree branch.
They both raise a wing and preen, casually glancing up or down at one another.
Outlined in nursery room colors both aviators and perch are one.

White whiskers fanning out from the apex
with the profile of an old fashioned feather duster,
a seed- its dormancy overshadowed by flight.

The birds are still chatting in the skeletal tree
as the stack of clouds change position and hue.
Mountain forests clothed with a cadmium spectrum offset the horizon.

One bird departs positioning closer to the hiding sun.
A veriegated petal, so soft and creamy blue, pink and peach.
The tiny winged seed makes his way to fertility.

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