Night Light

Light presses against me

narrowing

my field

of view.

I can't see

unless

with my hands

I form blinders

to either side                 of my eyes

to push away the                     light

pressing

against

me.

I need

to see the sky

starring

all the stars

born before

the time

of light.

Just in Time

Just in time

wire-legged flamingos,

flaming pink,

arrived.

Just in time

for chill September's

not-quite-frost 

to arrive,

just in time

to tip maple leaves

flaming red

but not as bright

as my plastic

aviary.