april wood

dogwoods 5

at the insistence of dusk
stars spark along the ridge top
torches of ancient suns
lighting the evening paths of fox and hare
old oak shadows
stretch, reaching for twilights embrace
dissolving into the darkling night
as the trees take up a low chant, shaking
winter weariness from their spring fired blood
ridgetop to ridgetop
the bonfires of spring awaken
bright lamps of bloom ignite in the silver starlight
illuminating the april wood