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.

Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011

Dear Annie Oakley, Late Summer Landscape, with Twilight and Daughters

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