Dusk incrementally arrives
Earlier every evening.
Sudden, unfamiliar rain has flushed
Red oxbloods and lycoris radiata
From dry dirt where they hid all summer.
Grackles, white-winged doves
In ever-growing flocks
Feed beneath our windows
Where I spread sunflower seed.
And this very week the dawn arrives
When day and night come even,
Holly gains ascendance over oak,
Cold over heat, dark over light;
But dread never, ever, over hope.
©2010 John I. Blair