Milton Road Poem

attention drifts to a barren tree

...that's a big bird

an owl, a hawk, a  raven?

no

the head is blended invisible

into the grey November sky

a bald eagle

scanning for rabbits

along the cold creek banks

the season

macabre pumpkins melt

rotten orange goo 

between deck cracks

snow skiffs swirl

blowing a pinless poppy

into the ditch

newly unboxed lights

LED brightness beams

sparkle over new snow