Smoky morning
we wake to yellow light
watch a heavy, orange sun pull
up over the hill
light presses across the garden
deep shadows stretching
below the leaves
it burdens the grass
even the blades
leave marks
the still sky is a dull canvas,
impasto of flat greys
dense blues, hinted greens
bits of ash fall
the leaves do not stir
the warm, bitter air
posted by MB at 8:03 AM
12 Comments:
that's nice, and i like the word 'impasto'
do you have a wild fire near by? is that the ash?
your description of the air and heat are perfectly oppressive. well done.
TD, we just finished the hottest July on record and there are 16 fires burning in Idaho. All big. None nearby. Last I looked, the state with the next highest number of fires is Montana with 8 fires. But the smoke and ash are apparently coming from central and eastern Oregon's fires. It's all in the way the wind blows.
Too many fires this summer; too hot in places that usually aren't!
Mama's trying to tell us something!
alan
how familiar that image of the heavy orange sun pulling itself over the hill - such an accurate description. and to have the light burden the grass! your word choice is so satisfying.
On one of my walks last week I was thinking how strong the leaves are,, cantilevered from tiny stems to carry the weight of sunlight. Not quite the same with the threat of fire. Excellent as always!!
I like the images in this poem! Thanks!!!
Great, hot heavy poem. Hope the smoke and ash are gentle with you.
I gasped when I saw your blog for the first time yesterday. (How often do we gasp on our own in front of our comptuer screens? Never?) Find me a Bluebird is utterly beautiful and it has inspired me to attempt (first buy a camera) digi-photography-uploading-things to my own blog. It will take me a while, I know, but thank you for your inspirational words and glorious photographs. (I found Find me a Bluebird on Bookarazzi.) THANK you, again.
Anonyvocab, an impasto is exactly what it looked like.
Alan, I think we're up to 19 in this state now!
Pauline, there is just something heavy-feeling about the light, isn't there?
Pat, interesting thought about the weight of sunlight.
Fred, I'm very glad you enjoyed, thanks.
TG, so far (knock on wood... if there's any around...), there's only been one really bad day.
Angela, welcome!
Hi mb--
I like the secretive nature of this poem--something there, but withheld. Like a de Chirico shadow that falls close to a child running up the incline plane of an empty street.
Marly, it's a strange feeling of suspense to be in that kind of light, I think that's why. And you've drawn a pretty astute comparison in the way the shadows and light work.
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