On the weather map,
a week of storms
four days out
turned down
to a heavy mist
to quell the flames
before the downpour,
wind and rain—
a tame disrobing
before a shower
of leaves that leave
the road between
barbed wire fences
full to the hubcaps
with bedclothes.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged dancing nymphs, fall, sycamores, winter
Show starts at two
across the road
with wind and rain—
girls shedding
enflamed leaves
in a slow strip tease
of fire exposing
long white limbs
in a chorus line
of dancing nymphs
along the creek
all ready to go
skinny-dipping
come hell
or high water.
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