Copper House

midnight’s hour struck, out the side window

 down the road, John waited at Berkman’s Hill 

he and I friends from the start, now waiting

on a bench, watching eyes starred towards the top

towards the star dusted heights above the hill

it’s rounded peak, poised a bright copper house 

and through its center grew a strong oak tree 

twisted, swollen trunk, roots thick in display

 

morning light blue now narrow path in sight 

rabbits take shelter in mounds of barrows 

up and down squirrels rule the glowing fort 

around, across,  over the curved branch high

back down scurry from birds on a wire 

like crews watching over the hill tower

dancing brown upon the bronze shimmer glow

chirping, coos, gold leaves float on their small backs

 yellow hues glaze over the great oak limbs 

doe and prairie dog bask in falling orange 

sun’s warm eye on caterpillar nap true

makes us sink low in earth’s childhood story 

 

an old man gray walked with a young man tall

keenly talking by the east copper wall

they stood in their suites papers passed between 

 for the next one to dwell on Berkman’s Hill

noon and the great bell sounded from the park

the gents took haste back down the hill gone by

then behold the copper began to quake

a thunder, a shrill, a purple beam bright

daylight, starlight, silver clouds silver light

whipping wild as a tail on a kite

we dashed up to see where it might have fell

sure enough on the top Berkman’s Hill

 

halfway up the trail, we halt and we duck

a silhouette, a lady in a hat 

hair of almond ash tied back in a bun

clothes layered of linen and lace undone

she held a basket and paisley suitcase 

a sheep dog followed three paces behind

bag in teeth collar stuffed with two daisies

her and dog formed a narrow steady line

 

they went through the gate, rested in the yard

a rumbling from the earth put us on guard

in our sight that crashed silver star grew large

up from the ground, splitting the house in two 

lady and sheepdog seemed to be collect

drawing from her suitcase needed effects

she threw about blankets of braid for shade

no time to lose starlight now fading fast

we run up to see, greet lady and dog 

at the top meeting us hand reaching out 

shown us through copper rooms where vineyards grew

copper balconies of rose bush and tree

tasted garden fruit, water sweet and blue

from afar other children walked the path 

innocent smiles, ears, feet, hands, laughter 

 

they climbed the twisted trunk to that bird line

the place now home for child, squirrel, owl 

carefree, young red cheeks, daring wild eyes

now the rightful owners of Berkman’s hill 

Sunlite, star stuck, copper magic abode  

here you and me, now time at the day’s end

back down the hill over flower patches

around crystal stone ivy vines astray

through moss and wooden shade, wintered grass brown

John and I delight and brim filled agreed

for tomorrow to meet right here again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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