Cool Breeze

Tapping windows like endless fingertips,
Drum, drumming rhythmic droplets,
Intimate, like a cool breath shiver,
Down the neck, down the spine,
Goosebump arms, legs in frosty nips,
Piercing garment, skin, and bone,
To taunt the nerves in dulling ache,
'Til limbs cradle in a shuffling dance,
And puffy breaths escape through lips,
Blue with Boreas breath.

Throngs

Bare arms waving, fingers extending,
Garments of rainbow tattered and blown,
Gnarly, knuckled, entangled, yet graceful,
A thicket of bramble, a coterie of crones,
Stray.

Pleading to grey sky for garments of green,
Endless fingers sinew and lattice the heavens,
Like pilgrims throng the path to a shrine,
Airily, this company coiffed in lichens,
Sway.


As their numbers extend in the failing light,
Endless frames with crackled skin of bark,
Seem to demur to the autumnal summons,
Bowing and blending in the shadowless dark,
Pray.