photo by Ann Marie Maguire

Sundown    
by Gary Rainford


Snow and sleet

dumped from the sky

at intervals.  



By sundown drifts

of dense accumulation

rippled and rolled

out 



across the field

where deer find refuge

by a congregation 



of gnarled

and heirloom apple

trees.  



When you looked,

the light was so thin

you could spin it 



around your fingers

and be in a million different

places at once or be 



a million different

people.  Or be yourself. 

Here. 


(published in Blast Furnace Volume 4, Issue 1, 2014)