Sycamores

winters sunset 2 2015

Sycamores

The sycamores at sunset,
orange in their reflection,
torched with an incandescence glow.

(thoughtful trees,
pale white bark
taking on the sepia hue,
winter souls
of their spring greening,
patient of January,
April a hope away)

Listen to the earth
turn toward night
and soon,
a parliament of owls
convening in the moonlight.