The hill broods in shades of blue
& shadows slough scents of evergreen.
Night of Atonement & the full moon sewn
into August’s skies casts a fluent silhouette
to dance on a rim of uncertainty–
We raise our open hands high over our heads
like stars flaring at the sight of you
approaching . . . Will we celebrate all
Gust of wind, like muffled thoughts only colder,
whispers to us, like black wings dissolving
in morning’s bruised air.
M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and The Centrifugal Eye, among others. Recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010); forthcoming prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing). She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.