Post 253: Osprey, morning glory, horizon, poetry, painting

by Carol Bass


Autumn Morning Goosebumps

your veins tremble
blood simmers watching frenzied squirrels
race around hiding food
you’re with them of course
putting everything in order
for cold days coming

morning colors hang soft and muted
except for a glistening swath of light at the horizon
where God took a buttery gob of titanium white
and stroked his final mark across the sky

two pair of ospreys
soar and dip for breakfast
shimmying their bodies free of the salt water as they rise

back toward the yard
deepest purplest morning glories
bloom on their green vines

must I leave and float back down
to the kitchen
to the oven
to the roasted potatoes
for art guild tonight?