Here is the second of the poems just published in The Rush (Mount Saint Mary’s University).

In the Wings

 

Slight and subtle

like a breeze

from the west

that presages

a storm,

it reminds me

of the mortality

of the seasons

with little truths

that confound

the senses.

So, so ordinary

that they are

not.

 

Today, I find

an elm leaf

in my hair—

gray and desiccated

yet once a lively green.

It has been

in the night air

far too long.

 

Breeze stronger

now and the sky

like eggshell—

soon, so soon.