Another gentle October morning
except at the pond, where
thousands
of refugees,
evicted from
trees,
slowly push South,
in a current of loss
carrying with them, the heavy
hope
of
return.
A stunning nightscape
emerges
in the absence
of life–
Bare branches
silhouetted
against
a bruised sky
(kelly salasin, october 2012)
The fierce winds blew early Autumn
onto the road
where she gathered
on tiny ponds,
freshly sprung
from morning rains.
Each puddle arranged a collage–
of jeweled reds and yellows and oranges
from maple and birch and oak.
A spray of pine needles completed the work.
This is how the walk to the farm stand
became an art show,
and this is how
a middle-aged woman,
in puddle boots,
becomes
a
child.
Kelly Salasin, October 2012
Kelly Salasin 2009