time for another layer
it’s colder
evenings have become nights
walks turn into mysteries
sounds or shadows
ready to pounce
or disappear into recesses
better forgotten
unfocus away
nightviews an intervention
electrified horizons
unroll blueprints of a thousand streets
under muffled obscurity
it’s colder
there are mysteries in margins
fog rolls
growing into something
unknowable
David Trudel © 2013
Filed under Poetry
In the thin heat of late summer
Every picnic is bittersweet
As leaves bleed green and turn to rust
July’s refreshing breeze
Is now a portent of autumn storms
Flights of birds climb airstairs
Chanting their exit visas
Winging it
Still, the day holds heat enough
To shorewalk barefoot
Letting gentle tides kiss your toes
With the languor of a late afternoon lover
Satiated with passion
But not with affection
David Trudel © 2013
Filed under Poetry
This darkened day
Limps into the light
Barely illuminating the gloom’s respite
But still, this is no harbinger of doom
No era ending kibosh on us all
Still here, still keeping on
We wait for tomorrow’s promise
Of the evermore and early dawn
As this day pivots on its quarter pole
Releasing the passing of this dark passage
Through space and time
To climb once more into the light
One step forward
One foot dragging
But moving out of shaded gloom
Into the comfort of the sun’s delight
David Trudel © 2012
Filed under Poetry
Fall arrives looking a lot like summer
With a few differences
The parking lot at the lake isn’t very crowded
Like it is in July
There’s only one crowd of drunken teen cliffjumpers
Not the usual dozen
Less noise
I assume as much since I’ve got the tunes cranked and the earphones on
Today the shuffled top rated playlist actually seems to be random
For once
Whirligig seeds float to earth from the forest canopy
Briefly caught in columns of golden light
Dogs frolic on the beach, now that the season has turned
In the shadows of the forest the air is cool
A frisson of cold foreshadowed
Makes my bare arms shiver
With anticipation of the deepening cold
But today, stepping through the door into autumn
It looks a lot like summer
David Trudel © 2012
Forest understory
Serenely green in the early promise of summer
Just a memory now
Now the greens are flat and diminished
Splashed with shades of yellow
Muddy brown and red
Announcing the advance of the year
Curled and desiccated, looking like transforming insects
Rusty leaves turn in upon themselves
Turning so inevitably to fall
Overhead muted tones of grey and blue
Opaque translucency
In Delft-glazed hues
Painted with insouciance and impermanence
Disappear
Gone forever even as they’re born
Infinity after infinity of questions
Found sky watching
Weather roils
Dusk descends to twilight
Summer passes its peak
Spies autumn in the distance
Waves hello
Walks forward
Like always
David Trudel © 2012
Filed under Poetry
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