Autumn Evening
Keening birds flit through fireleaf falls
Flowing toward catfish a-dimpling
Their pebbly rings in a geode pool
Of shadow-mossed and polished violet.
Faltering mold-breeze, sunset-awed
Chills yet the breath and fingertips
As indigo clouds' furred bellies burn
And a dim crescent crowns the newborn night.
Joe E. Dees
Poet, Pagan, Philosopher