Departure to possibility

The space left in the panes,
where her shadow has gone

now filled with the lemon light
of the sun

full is the hallway, with rays
curvilinear

There must be something in that drench-light
that wants us to step in to her lustre

Then out to here, the retreating quiet
of a room

With wedding veil windows onto beyond
the emerald spray of trees

the dome of that hill, and verdant,
quiet in the dew of morning, I see:

Just caught between my glances.
two old crows circling skyward-

Into the impossible blue.