Betsy Robin Schwartz

This Vermont state of mind is like no other homecoming.

A year, a day, or a once-upon-a dragon's tale moment are

jigsawed bits of time strewn about the tree petals.

An unknown prophet (Yoel?) or muse (Urania?) leaves evidence of a

tattered pointillist mindset

amber, auburn, and sienna

and pink-the taste of cider

and pink-Autumn's fleshbite

and pink-the coal of bonfires

and gold-flushing out the new

gathering ripe, but comfortable incrustations.