HIll Meadow

Right out from the fizzing white heart of things
from the golden white heart
the fizzing white heart
the golden air drapes over the leaves
the grasses dip
crows cry jays shank
wicked heart of the day
heatless sun don’t tell me anything
I don’t already know
jays go crickering down the field
I want autumn all year round
even now sun’s coming up
but I feel like it’s down
like morning is afternoon and daylight is fading
bugs in the grass crying shreeeee
goldenrod bobbing its head
lilac standing still and folded
and the air doing nothing, just there
lilac leaves shake chickadeedee
big heavy sun pfiffing down

Cristen Brooks