Evening calms to a wren-song.
All day, clouds build, quick rain—
thunder beyond dark Oregon
hills—last drops still rattling down
through old cottonwoods. A thin
fog covers the warm, damp ground.
To the southeast, a half-moon
in clearing sky. Redwings rise, fan
out, settle. The heart asks: when
time yields such brief perfections—
light, dark, moments in balance—
can love last to its full season?
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 2.