Landscape, with Red Omens

This entry is part 53 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011

Copper moon with hammered red ring,
halo of omens. Bird crest bloody

as a harpoon. Pinch back
the burgundy skin of hair-

covered fruit; then bite.
Tonight, news of rabid foxes

lurking at driveways’ ends.
High-pitched cackle from

the slaughtered hen.
How many stars by which

to reckon when the first
nor’easter blows in?

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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