Carl Leggo

LITTORAL


the alders grow transparent

as light stored in leaves seeps out


shadows are spelled or dispelled,

everywhere, a marbled lime swirl


I will gather scraps of words for

a patchwork quilt to keep me warm

 

on October evenings on the patio 

with cranberry tea while geese call 


the rhythms of elsewhere, earth and

sky yoked by tethers of light


like a meadow of wildflowers

on the littoral edge of the sea