Rose canes off bloom and bare trees
the gloom of November skies
my eyes search for color
in the amber fading light
A squint attempting to bestow
ornate frames to an otherwise
ordinary sight of glory
gone to composting leaf must.
Beige days are petrified wood
citrine and smokey quartz
sliced and offered overpriced
to a tourist market of one.
Longing for emerald and topaz
birthed from the summer soil
the coil of your embrace
is a garnet consuming –
An unassuming child who
blows life into the dying light
resuscitating the one who’s lost
the thread that hangs it all together.
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SD Stalzer is a Boston area composer, educator, technologist, and poet. His poetry attempts to merge the sensibilities of contemporary visual arts and music into verbal forms that explore the wonders and challenges of being alive.
