CRIMSON

 

The crimson turkey and his red-flecked flock
astonish the grey shed full of chores.
Chores can be dropped when such a flock
changes the air with its sudden flaming –
Someone’s set the dry field on fire!
A shed cannot be neutral to such a visitation.



 

And still the crimson spreads its power –
The mountain and its rounded woods
have caught the color of the turkey stream
but more so, that red made ultra, extra,
unearthly  till it fills the eye with glow and
insists a new season, brighter than any
for our astonishment, as greys are shed for Red.



Claudia Lapp
(from Cloud Gate,  Muses’ Company, 1985)

 

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