Where the Light Falls Gail Hennessy #10

Where the Light Falls

it’s climbing uphill

in ladders of light
the limbs of eucalypts
running skyward
from base to crown
under-licking leaves
with its soft tongue
trawling daylight
in its slipstream

 

morning returns

in ladders of light
what night has stolen
daubs blue through
the canopy eyeleting
a patchwork of
denseness overlaid
with the promise
of this one day

 

the wind tosses

in ladders of light
from leaf to leaf
playing catch me if you can

 

 

Gail Hennessy  2016.