Arcturus

The flinty constellations
of each hemisphere curl together
over hands of waxen holly.

Having misplaced Arcturus,
all I may remember is it
was rubescent and seemed nearby.

September

In a curvilinear spell
autumn reconnoitered hillsides
beneath dove clouds.

Summer was more than lustrous.
Teal threads fused beguiled moments
into an elaborate delusion
under August's decoupage.

Canary birch leaves
and rouged maples must soon turn
beneath hazel limbs
to uphold winter's grim paradise.

Wednesday

Pictures of Wednesday flourish
untouched by a moment's mind
though limbs have grown heavy
after Tuesday's disintegrating rain.

Citizens of every land and sea
practice silent arts
as if each day were a Redeemer;

heads wear silver time pieces
sowing momentous ticks and tocks,
to cherish ashen rays abandoned
by the sun's Apollonian palm.

Perchance seeds will germinate;
on Thursday or perhaps Friday.
Per chance upon a nameless day
as a tier of top-soil conceals
tenements of clay.

But Wednesday next will surly reap
from beds of leveled minds;
gourds, root crops, grains, legumes,
and fleshy vegetables left to rot
under the veins of twisted vines.