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Dimmed behind November clouds
Sits like an egg, ready to crack sitting up there ...
Upon a leafless tree, an arch appearing - like open arms -
One shoulder, like a nest - for a gloomy, bed-raggled saturday -
Broader than the other -
Wide open - for all things - do seem settled.
If only for the hour ...
North American woodpeckers ... all-in-a-row; peck and peck
Until, the crack forms a Zee-shape (like, a slithering snake) the yoke,
Whitened by the cold and the upset of : peck after peck ...
Oozes-out and down, slowly - down and down
Like an icycle melting, dripping its wet, unseen chrystals
Further on down and across all the tops of the leafless trees:
Stark and mad - their limbs
(like many arms and fingers) flailing wildly around and about,
But pushed back into stillness by the whipping wind when it stops -
Having reached the end of its exhaust.
All around - little specks and glintz of yellow-glazed warmth
And flinching-bright-white reach-out between the limbs -
Spreading its yoke for all the little gold, white and yellow finches
Just long enough for them to find some seed -
Before the clouds over-power and shield what forms were begotton.
One small late-bloomer crispy, rusty-colored, orangy-dank and dry
Maple leaf (after hanging-on since late Spring) finally affirms its leave -
Bidding adieu falls ... aimlessly from branch to branch:
Down, down, down...while little specks of golden and yellow dimmed light
Shines and reflects through its old and crackling vessels
Leaving it,,, its freedom -
And, its eventual doom.
My little world of heaven here: Is but, just a small fraction of the tapestry
Woven and, set upon the loom.
The weavers weave while this Poet looks out;
Across, from the window - as her majesty, that beautiful, small star ...
The sun - brightly shines - It's twinkling light only seen from the observer
Viewing a long ago history.
Way ahead, in the future:
I am LIVING! Somewhere else in time ...
Looking-out at: the Horizon - that shrine ...
Thinking about a time, in legend
When: they talked about that: OLD EARTH
And how, one sun hid from the other ....
It took Millennia for them to find her twin.
They PECKED and PECKED and when the EARTH finally opened-up,
At first - like a Zee - the milky-white yoke of the sister-sun-star
Was inside the inside!
For all the world ... From the JUPITER skies ...