#228

even after sunset

a nacreous cloud keeps floating

high in the sea of dusk

a cog laden with light

filling the lofts of night

with memories of honey.

december rose

 

in darkened times when leaf and twig went brittle

your sun is brightening gloomy days

inconspicuously against the silhouette of year's demise

keep shining, little rose

preserve the scent of summer

keep shining, little rose

another spring shall come.

#226

in the hour of late dusk

night draws the curtain

sky and sea melt into dark

of indiscernible horizons


softly the waves of tarnished silver

spill into memory

curling the coast of heart


remnants of western light

unfurl to floral glimmers

of thorn and blood and root.

(for D.)