October Glow

The Bible speaks of birds and lilies,

the necessity of minding wilder things.

Consider, then, the light

trickling over the eastern rim,

tracing honeyed fingers

across the shorn fields,

lifting starshine eyes

to feathered song.

Observe how it lingers

mid-morning, then surges,

wavering mouth gobbling

up the land, interrupted only

by cotton clouds and planes

and, later, as the afternoon yawns,

note the embrace of diffuse beams

open-handed and beckoning.

Then evening, when it comes, in red

and golden ribbons that wind west

beyond the evergreens, night rising

between the horns of a waxing moon.