Blue shadows all over the Berkshires. The sea of evening is sad, a star burnt out. The wild forest may wash away like darkness. What is the black leaf of October? What is the bronze chain that holds the darkness to the wet lilac of madness? Coffee at the studio. The world’s interiors. Full moon night and our amorous goodbyes. Ultimate green leaves. Blue night sleeps in my eyes like the madness of cellos. The mountain Hovhaness sang has left its titanic footprints upon me. That which the ocean has forgotten colors October Mountain and makes music on the horizon.