by Scott Owens
other colors
subdue their hues to honor
this moment of yellow
gray clouds loom
November
unfurls in flame
last leaf, full moon
black boat adrift
on silver lake
I stay the path to ascend
the mountain–to either side
old crows, older hemlocks
calligraphy of clouds
scrawled across the sky
winter wrensong
childlike the wind
wears shirts inside out
and upside down
dressing the wind
she is whole again
and ready to dance
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Author of 6 collections of poetry and over 700 poems published in journals and anthologies, Scott Owens is editor of Wild Goose Poetry Review, Vice President of the Poetry Council of North Carolina, and recipient of awards from the Pushcart Prize Anthology, the Academy of American Poets, the NC Writers’ Network, the NC Poetry Society, and the Poetry Society of SC. He holds an MFA from UNC Greensboro and currently teaches at Catawba Valley Community College |
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