Public domain photo
In a forgotten corner of
An abandoned country cemetery
Stones neglected but for ancient mildew
The blood red supermoon eclipse
Left near total darkness among forgotten souls
Unparalleled beauty of celestial alignment
Needs a mind alive with wonder
And the platform of a brief moment
Everything is emptying
Transitory beauty held only on a Grecian urn.
Garden photo by Howie Lisnoff
Awakened near the equinox
Orion, slayer of summer breeze, risen large against the velvet black of the universe
Framed in an eastern window
The morning beckoned with cool air
And brilliant sunlight
The garden in decline.
Route 41 South, Sheffield, MA. Photo by Howie Lisnoff
September’s country lanes
Had filled with goldenrod and Queen Anne’s lace
Down through the Berkshires and Taconics
To Wassaic Station.
There is something that fits a train station in September
You can see both ways
Back into the comfort of summer
And ahead to the promise of cool fall
It is like the reunion and the leave-taking
Illuminated by giant Cyclops’ light of diesel engines
A metaphor for the eternal emptying of life.