Poetry By Doc Sigerson

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​Morning Star

In winter dark,
ghost coyotes
chuckle behind
the border hedge.

I’d a rough night
and they knew it.
I need to walk
now to forget.

My headlamp beam
sweeps the sidewalk.
Rats and rabbits
bolt for brambles.

In the ghost park
the beam cautions
fellow humans
they’re not alone.

Venus dazzles,
low and aloof,
and draws my gaze
every turn.

Ghost coyotes
dash to the east,
drag lagging Dawn
into our world.

Their sharp fangs snag
her pearl-grey skirt,
skin and blood streak
the horizon.

Venus dangles,
forlorn and pale,
a ghost diamond
adrift in blue.

Raucous chorus,
black wings, coarse caws,
a louche squadron,
the crows arrive.

Venus dallies,
dim in daylight,
and this fey man 
favors her balm.

One crow hops close
to cadge a snack,
inflicts a look,
a cold hard look.

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Doc Sigerson has been an editor at Red Fez Magazine for over a decade. He has published poems, fiction, essays, reviews, and translations. He frolics and romps in the Pacific Northwest.