Peaks and Valleys

I've been thinking alot about this landscape. The peaks and valleys.


She said the eye is indigo,

is olive and ash,
is a pupil

at the crossroads
of circumstance.
She said the eye darts
from one place to another 
even if it is lazy sometimes,
and cannot see past the horizon,
and the mote within it
burns and stings,
doubtful of hindsight,
fearful of foresight:

-Eudora Welty, Five Poems


All leaves gone, yellow
light with low sun,

branches edged
in sharpened outline

against far-up pale sky.
Nights with their blackness

and myriad stars, colder
now as these days go by.

-Robert Creeley, Memory Gardens