Today's poem is by Elaine Sexton


I take steel blue
& titanium white

back to my room.
The prospect of paint

is the refuge
of ideas. The sun loads

the mountain

leaves with light,
the other nut

trees stand
in the dark.

The death of spring

is exposure,
bars of what drops

from the sky
bands where

the hail falls, then rain,
then night.

Copyright © 2016 Elaine Sexton All rights reserved
from Prospect/Refuge
Sheep Meadow Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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