wolf

……………………………………………………When the sun
…………………………………………goes down
……………………………..and the light
…………………………lingers
………………….like an after burn
……………on the eerie
……………….surface
………..of the lake
………..I think of the wolf
……and how
…………he prowls
…….in the waxing
…………..night,
………..eyes wide,
………aglow,
…………and famished
………….for the crystal
……………….feast
………………….of moon
………………………he feels
………………………….now rising
………………………………………from the hills.

goldenrod wood

goldenrod   wood

in the crepuscular light

makes
………..a vibrant, feathered show

of   giving up
…………………with   g  r  a  c  e.

now
…………is the season
……………………………of ending,

but   all    is not
…………………..forgotten–

not the tender, verdant buds
…….of spring,

not the oak felled
…….in the summer storm,

not your hand
…………….on my waist
………………………..as the evening
……………………………………burned.

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Kayla O’Meara is a queer poet and bilingual educator in Boston, Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in mOthertongue: A multilingual journal of the arts.