daycap of Winter sits
crowned cloudless

unarranged

everything that I am now
appears in stillness of

foresight

as January embers heave
weight to February’s

insouciant

Aire of light, uncommon celestial
angles made ecliptic and

wary

in the slanted wisps of
our candor, singing to us

terrestrial

like the tail of a comet, its
coma shouldered alluvial like

silted

light flows downstream,
fertile – and stars birthed

form

an entablature, the frieze
and valance of their glow in your eyes

© K. James Ribble / incumbent light