Stephen Morris Roberts


Each love creates
its own final cause.
Crimson, orange,

pink and violet
wisps arch behind
the oak and pine —

draped mountain’s
distant, unseen slope.
The gray, creaky,

board-warped dock
projects from the reed-
rimmed shore into

the spectral lake.
Leaves sink surface
to sediment as

unending, wind-
driven waves maple
into the darkness.