Late Light on a Dark Sky

By Judith Cordary

Late Light on a Dark Sky is a collection of moments of visionsome funny, some decidedly not. It meanders along a kind of path: through poems about the natural world, poems about my dogs and my work as an advocate at Applecrest, poems about sorrow and loss, and finally poems about lust for life, in all its gorgeous golden glory. The books purpose is to share these moments of vision with you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504953641

Judith Cordary

Judith Cordary is a poet, reader, teacher, photographer and passionate lover of books, dogs, people and trees. She has published widely in small literary magazines and lives in Colorado.

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Published by AuthorHouse    10/06/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-5274-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5049-5364-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015916069

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Contents

The Trees Begin to Speak

Great Horned

Stone Beach: Nahant

Jellyfish

Great Blue

Two Inches from My Eye

Dove

White Moon

The Egg Poem

How You Bless Me

The Desert Museum

Alto Rhapsody

Puppy Sweater

Yes, Amen

Today is SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 23

Like Peach

I’ll Lend You

Make Room

A Prayer for You

The Smallest, Poorest Flame

The Flaming House

Summer Afternoon

Still Life with Birds

As Darkness Comes

Not

Lice

The Front Car

Be Ground

Grief

To Any Woman Dying of February

Enjarradera

Fat-Girl Poems

Big Bright Colors

I Am Your Eager One

Soul Coat

A Rose, a Puppy

The Rat in the Wall

Oh, You Hovered

Heart Stone

Late Light on a Dark Sky

Pedicure

The Pantry Floor

Pilot Light

Tea for Neighbor Ladies

Knot

The Ninth Box

An Ecstasy

Still Life

This Shining Night

Chiaroscuro

Window

The Details

The Room

Witness

Shadowline

Palimpsest

Acknowledgments

For Goldy Mortensen—indispensable colleague, artist, old soul, beloved friend

The Trees Begin to Speak

The trees begin to speak,

to sing. (They’re bare, but they

know how to use the wind.)

They roar.

This wind’s a bully—

slaps my face

and whips my hair out straight,

I think I could fall back against it

and not fall.

From way above

(the golden grasses wrenching at their roots,

the burdocks flying,

thistles snapping their thorned heads)

the dark lake’s carved

in gleaming chevrons,

magic, iridescent,

dissolving then

to ordinary waves.

I let myself

surrender. I fall back

against a flying carpet—

blue and scarlet, purple!

And I do not fall.

Great Horned

Not there,

and then you