photo: sharon auberle
by
M.J. Iuppa
Seeing Mountains
in
shades of amber, an ecology of ash
&
aspens, their expansive reach to a cloud
chasing
sky casts a spell over me . . .
I look up
into heights I rarely perceive
from
a farm whose land was once smoothed
by
the press of a glacier’s hand.
And so, I slide
into
the pool of my shadow & sit there quietly
waiting
for the windless explosion of monarch
wings
or a thousand leaves tumbling like loose
coins
tossed into autumn’s sunlight to take
my breath away.
~
first published in Blue Heron Review
