The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2004
Beginning in mid-summer,
walnuts thick and green,
cannonballs exploding in
silver
blue pools, splashing
pavement,
evaporating shimmering
sizzle.
What it was wasn’t entirely
clear
though there were
indications,
as when, after a shower in
the
afternoon, lying on clean
cool sheets,
fan blowing its delta breeze
from the ocean at this lower
elevation, nothing found
wrong
with anything coming in from
the bubbling tar parking lot
through automatic doors
hitting
the solid ice wall polar
blast.
Looking up from absorbing
lessons opened on the coffee
table,
looking out the window to see
that time
has passed much more quickly
than anticipated, snow
avalanching
from the entry roof, floating
down
in big leafy feathers down
quilting
the mountain valley where we
have just arrived
at the end of orange October.
David Humphreys