Dec 2013
You*
stand there
- naked & exhausted -
a silhouette at twilight; Bowing to
the end of seasons as a final gold tear
spins... down into shadows that lengthen, on this
brighter day. . . I will remember, creaks out
from an open spread of arms in a vast greying sky;
Heard, by listening ears, which embrace each darkness.
Every barest recollection -of ever changing filigree
falling silently to loom, (hungry worms
feast far below) where once
warmth shimmered
in gentle breezes-
Alive forever
within* *the
sleep of our trees.
stand there
- naked & exhausted -
a silhouette at twilight; Bowing to
the end of seasons as a final gold tear
spins... down into shadows that lengthen, on this
brighter day. . . I will remember, creaks out
from an open spread of arms in a vast greying sky;
Heard, by listening ears, which embrace each darkness.
Every barest recollection -of ever changing filigree
falling silently to loom, (hungry worms
feast far below) where once
warmth shimmered
in gentle breezes-
Alive forever
within* *the
sleep of our trees.
