Shadows

Shadows

Another raven

ruffles night sky feathers in watery 

sunlight, the kind balanced in ridge-rise

for a breathy quarter-tide

and from the aspen, looks 

east, where beams slide south 

to pool like wax 

or shadows 

cast in re-membered poppy and lupine

spilling petal-bright onto the pale drifts 

like ancestral blooms 

giving the day wings to ruffle. 

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