By Susan Gardner

For Love of Red

Red silk wet on pine needles.
Maple and sumac glimmer red against the road
neither red as the red wool blanket
in my blue room.


Coyote families sing to each other in the dusk

sun flares redden mountains

sky blue as lapis lazuli

until moonless black night uncovers stars.

Red Twig

Morning fog lifts its wet weight
red twig shines
in remembrance.

Clouds in a prism of urgency
rush to the sea

An insect passes
lost in last summer’s litter.


shapeless quiet slides over the roof
colors hide
in deepening dusk
rain channels bark

fog drips on a forest mouse
somewhere near            a song

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