We change clocks back this weekend, so morning is lighter, evening darker, and our time of light in this northeastern land, becomes shorter as we spiral in toward the winter solstice.
Working on a series of new paintings, "Between"
What small secret lies between
the sky and the sea
a glimmer, a possibility? What pleasure
lies between, knowing and not
knowing you, my dream
as love journeys from shore to shore.
And isn't heaven on earth
here, where fire meets air
in a nebulous, mysterious dance?
And how many times
in this circle of autumn
have I spied the great heron
lifting his muscled wings
in a thrust to rise above
the fertile marshland, hovering between
the dusk of ancient sand, and the country
of you I am courting daily.