Today's poem is by Edward Byrne
Midnight Winds
Just as dusk begins to darken
that vegetable garden we had wedgedagainst a picket fence at the edge
of our backyard, mud puddles collect,lengths of rusted gutters run over
with quickening rainfall, and roof cornerdrain openings are stopped up
by those thickening clusters of soakedoak leaves or twigs now twisted
into narrow down spouts. A thin beltof young evergreenseach one
leaning the same way, as if about to stepout in some military formation
shelters our house from the quick storm'snorthern winds, but by midnight,
with every gust the street lights shudder,fitfully flickering in new pools
gathering along the front lawn, tatteredshadows of branches flutter
like the black wings of a trapped bird.
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Copyright © 2011 Edward Byrne All rights reserved
from Tinted Distances
Turning Point Books
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