“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.” —Thoreau


hazy at sundown


above the moving trees and silhouetted signs
above where the sun passed
a slight pink orb
colors that corner of sky
where all else is dull, gray dusk
leaving no traces of direction
blue clouds rest listlessly over the lea
that stretches out
speckled with anonymous trees and cows
the day has passed and
left its mark on the world