Sunday, October 24, 2010

Late October Entrance

That old orange fog
of magical black now visible
of screaming squirrels and skulls
leaves luminescent red
—the dead are always here with us
like towering tree grandfathers
but now they wear the colors
of sunrise and fire
like earth's own spectral jewelry
worn for a special party
where the living and the other side
tell tales through vaporous veils