Brother moons chalky, saturnine crescent could barely penetrate the giant’s match-stick forest: its burnished copper foliage would remain latent, for now.
This night antagonized our souls, darker when I stared into its vacuous depths than when glanced from my minds periphery. Pervasive, it exploited the valleys repose. Crystal. Morning’s volition was heralded with a transient thaw.
December’s waking drafts spoke ardently of a daughter lost: for centuries a solitary bloom, sustained by unseen conduits, grew upon the surface of a fallow field.
Now it lay, defiled by my hand.
Her blood-stained spray seeped into the earths russet tunic. Dawn’s sentries: two soot black crows, stalked a field’s beaded hawthorn seam as a church knells cadence punctuated the airs discourse from its holy precipice; death, death, death sonorous on my ear.