sleeping alone

in my broad
flowered bed
white clock ticking

on the brass table
cat’s bell
on the stairs

it is autumn
approaching
in the widening nights

the river is shallow
slow green
fish wave

their tails above
mossy stones
it is dark

long before
bedtime
fires burn

in the uncut
forests
rushing down

creek gullies
rousting deer
porcupines

the occasional
cougar
found crouching

in a window well
at the edge
of the city

I sleep through cool
nights and dream
of rivers

deep with unruly
white spring
rapids

   

Comments

very spooky