(landscapes Collection) .... Driving Home In December
Poem By Janice Windle
Against the lemon sky, an oak,
naked in delicate black lace.
The ancient face of the scarred moon,
early risen above a gable roof, is huge,
hanging like a battered pearl
among bruised peach clouds.
And in the west, banked purple, lit
as though by neon from below,
the sunset spreads its lurid glow.