Monkshood had begun to bloom
its color unusual for fall, their long stems
waved purple slowly, as railroad wig-wags do,
and, a brisk wind had brought first leaf fall,
spread the deck with a white ash patchwork
my mind’s eye resolved the coverlet to muted greens.
Before my slumber bright sun entered the skylight,
leaf shadows were busily scrubbing the far wall,
upon waking that scrubbed wall still needed work.
Palmer R. Haynes
© September, 2015