Dawn, Early Autumn

Cold night first light
sun mounts the ridgeline
an arriving cavalry
bugle blowing yellow
into the deep-space sky.

Remnant clouds scud away
late drunks to sleep it off
blanched stars lost
in a white sky wash the
chalky moon heavy sinking
to a firmament’s floor.

Breathy breeze born of
heating ground glances
as morning rises on
muscled calves, sure.