~ Intermission ~


A willow's fluted ribbons skirt the creek
while swallows streak on lucent, seamless trails.
Through tangle-rooted tunnels foxes seek
their prey where stark survival law prevails.

The glow of twilight regally descends
on pale chromatic stairs - each leaf entwines
its aura, breathing in the amber blends.
With calibrated strokes the night aligns

new etchings on the mountain, dusts the trees
with porous shade. A cricket choir embeds
the hollows with nocturnal harmonies
and stars bequeath their pulsing, silver threads.

Then time itself withdraws, in pensive thought,
to ponder all the wonders God has wrought.

copyright 2001 Laryalee Fraser



~ Poet of the Sky ~


Within a flow of amber ink,
the Sun takes measure of the day
just passed; she fills the open sky
with colors of her twilight verse.
Embedded in her dusky lines
are thoughts that rose to whirlwind heights,
with yours and mine and everyone's
portrayed in shades of vibrancy.

Expressions of our fears and doubts
have wafted up; she captures them,
reveals an insight far beyond
our comprehension. Soothed by rhyme,
our pain of personal defeat
becomes a softly muted glow
of indigo. She adds our cheers
of celebration -- streaks of red
are interspersed with fluid gold.

She writes with flawless style and grace;
our moments soar on sonnet trails
and join the rhythm of the stars.
Her journal done, she heaves a sigh.
Tomorrow is another page.


copyright 2002 Laryalee Fraser