-This poem reflects on the autumn equinox through a kitchen window, where sunlight and lamplight briefly share the glass while the movements of birds, insects, and household life mark the exchange between day and night.
The sun comes level through the glass
and lays one bright bar on the floor;
a thistle seed turns in the dust
and settles by the pantry door.
The bean leaves keep a ragged green,
their pods hang dry along the row;
the asters lean against the fence,
their violet deepened by the rain.
At six, the lamp and sunset meet,
two amber lights within the pane;
one warms the dishes by the sink,
one thins above the maple leaves.
A moth arrives. A sparrow leaves.
Our faces rise within the glass.
Behind us, water starts to boil;
a first star clears the upper sash.