Sunstruck
original poetry by
Sunstruck
Expiring on the precipice
Where warm sunstreams redden—
Beckoned by sunset swan
bearing autumn:
in its talons.
Clove wind, cinnamon branches,
Ill labor of fading surety.
Pollen tines the bonfire smoke,
blurs the mantle's brow.
Sea-straw under cabins,
Mineral kiss of gulls.
Gold from dirt distilled,
Tumbled dry in wintry shoals.
Night has mummified me
And morning paid respects;
I watch in mind unmoving
The reddening, heav'n-flecked.
I see the scenes entangled,
And breathe th'prismatic air—
of sea and mount and flatland,
who morph and soul ensnare.
