two days of wind
breaking from the west
along wings of warmer places
as winter precipitates watercolor into a
day-lit memory of sandstone roses
cast adrift in the lagoon
wooly dust on the scales of juniper fruit
cold meltwater bends the stilted grasses
barely clutching dry leaves
to the north vases of river birch
don't ask the same questions
the mangroves now do
so weathered and rain bare
they don't answer to each other
the wind some brutal treasure
testing the heart of tall pines
as tea flowers fall in the garden
the same lights and sequence
of each year passing
the land is humming in waves
salt flats parch what strives to live
a forest sits curled on dissolving stone
as the dark grows sharp and warm
if only for the night
at the far side of dusk
sea and sky alight for each other
sungods in exile
reticent mirrors
dancing
About the Creator
Timothy James Lane
Sea Ghost
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