on the long road home low light etches verge grass in amber while hills roll long-shadowed and lazy under an ocean of high mist. for a moment in passing the roadside tree stands ablaze as the forest buzzard, feathers aflame with evening, alights on arced wings dips her haloed head and folds into form.
driving the morning road unzipping the day from darkness with a car full of girls and the feint whisper of dreams like breath on the windows as the sun rises desolate over blackened mountains through smoke heavy mist across lakes illuminating the burnt edges of the world after fire. sleep has given way to chatter…