Meditation

  

Red sky @ dawn

high V of geese

autumn tinges gold & red

 

the horses grow their

winter coats & the season

takes its final breath.

 

Night sky high as blackest soot

membrane of those distant stars

 Jupiter huge below the moon

 

& the milky way our path to

dusty death: & then there’s here

there’s now & how we watch

 

time float by. A stretch a sneeze

a stranger’s smile bequeathed

not promised till the hour

 

we rest our heads & follow.

Victoria Mosley