Rain runs down trees
streaking black bark
with transparency.
Haze holds a pin oak hostage
while its pale brown leaves—
leathery stars slick as moon—
hold assembly
above squirrels that scurry
between roots.
Lilacs float in bunches
over mossy hills patinaed
with mud.
Something in me bays
at stormy sky
caught between neat rows
of pear trees
and the wildness
of clouds.

Three of t.m. thomson’s poems have been nominated for Pushcart Awards. She has co-authored a chapbook of ekphrastic poetry, Frame and Mount the Sky (2017); her chapbook, Strum and Lull placed in Golden Walkman’s chapbook competition (2017) and is due out soon; and her chapbook, The Profusion will be published in 2019.