A poem and a passage for this evenin….
Wednesday, February 15, 2017 7:18 PM
Atop a squat square stone pillar
On the corner of my neighbor’s property
(Which I can see out my window)
Is a fancy brass streetlight—more
Of a night-light for his front yard, really—or
One of them, since its twin is
Further down, out of my eye-line.
But it is a ‘beauty spot’ out there
In the dark, its pool of light spilling down
Onto the snowy crest of the stone pillar—the
Brass filigree glittering only slightly more
Then the ice-rimed, sleeping forsythia boughs
That crowd around the stone wall.
The brass and the bulb and the bark and the snow
All shine out a tiny hope-light, as if posing
For a greeting card.
© February 15th, MMXVII by Xper Dunn
(Oh, and here’s an accompanying improv from the same afternoon):