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2004 Friends of Acadia Poetry Award
3rd Prize
In Late September
As dusk falls, a harvest moon rises into sheets of rain.
Time carves slivers of flesh from its face.
When winter comes, only a splinter of bone will remain.
Alders fold saffron leaves against the night. Limbs frame
a vee of canadian geese - a thousand miles retraced.
Dusk falls. A harvest moon rises into sheets of rain.
Windfalls gather wasps. A barn owl calls out its name.
Field mice take refuge in the darkest place,
but when winter comes, only splinters of bone will remain.
Leaves smell sweet; unmown pastures lie heavy with grain.
Dusk falls. On the pond, a pair of ducks displaces
the image of moon rising in sheets of rain.
Orion's sword rotates toward lunar terrain.
Night pivots, the passage of time can never be retraced -
when winter comes, only splinters of moon will remain.
This is the season we are returned to, again and again -
so many losses cannot be erased.
Dusk falls. A harvest moon rises into sheets of rain.
When winter comes, only splinters of bone will remain
- Sharon M. Carter
Sharon Carter obtained her
medical degree from Cambridge
University. She is a co-editor of
Literary Salt, www.literarysalt.com,
received a Hedgebrook residency in
2001, and was a Jack Straw Writer
in 2003.
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