Wooden bridge in the wood

Wooden bridge in the wood

How I wanted to stop

To play Pooh sticks and watch

Our twigs race after drop

Our stares growing longer

Silence in slow motion

We could have but didn’t 

Though I had the notion

Just over eight minutes

Just over eight minutes

Sun’s perpetual wait

Why count the stars when some

Are already of late

In the great expansion 

Markers made get buried

The pulse and the moments

Only briefly married 

Is this for rainy days

Is this for rainy days

Or late summer twilight 

Must we wait for gray skies

Or quietness of night

Are we avoiding sun

And will we run for shade

Can we give too much and

Our colors start to fade

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Winterpass

(photographs by Tiffany Napolitano)

A white sky above with

A white sky above with

A white plane passing through

Vita Sackville-West would

Most certainly approve

The brief peonies held

Their grand debutant ball

The corn is now knee high

Patient crows hold their call

For a moment the world

For a moment the world

Peels back to the sidelines

Like a Red Sea parting

Or a road through tall pines

But not for a painting

Studied and inflected

But a snapshot flashbulb

Frozen and collected

A small apple orchard

A small apple orchard

Near a clover hillside

No tourists for turmoil

Camping to gain inside

The days repeating like

Silverware and dishes

Sun imprinting time

Reflections and wishes