fleeing vortex of sun
sucking in last of summer like a black hole
leaving only the perennials
those of us who
can speak
with winter
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
fleeing vortex of sun
sucking in last of summer like a black hole
leaving only the perennials
those of us who
can speak
with winter
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.