Saturday, November 16, 2013


you tear the still-warm sheets from the bed
last of November
's mild days to line-dry
beyond the pond, prisms glimmer
two singular droplets
on two twig-tips
shimmer into

©2013 Ravenna Taylor

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Butterfly Bush Remembers the Glint of Swallowtail's Wings

Too little of sleeping for so much feeling, I begin to look forward.

No, not so: I look ahead and behind, I watch my footfalls, I scan the sky.

I peer across the pond, through unseen limbs
trees no longer tracing
a plane at middle-ground. I avert my eyes
from the raw skin; at the join, my heart lags.

 ©2013 Ravenna Taylor

Friday, November 1, 2013

All Saints

All Saints’

mineral ochre leaves of trees
glazed with damp today
shed to shield the russet ground
faster - heavy as snowfall -
yonder in the clotted sky
metal plumbous clouds

No petal yellow warmth reflecting
No pushing up the warming waves
No lifting slipping season high

- don't let it fall to shards
hardened earth, O kindly sky

©2013 Ravenna Taylor