This dusk at autumn’s equinox.
is veiled behind the pewter clouds
of moisture-laden mist and
a season-sorrow pregnant gloom.
This twilight trepidation
is a lead-wight dread of luminescence lost
it’s a shadowplay of bending boughs
to carcass-feasting crows,
it’s an anguish-angst that plows
the meadows I have spared to bloom.
This dusk is me and me alone,
before it settles into black.
This night Is dust of flowerbed’s decay
it’s the musk of mold,
it’s rot and not
the joy of orchard’s yields.
This night is stretched
in sleepless sorrow
to a sulfur-burdened sickness
of dawn that mimics dusk
and yet the winter walks in boots.
Today it’s Open Link at dVerse. We will be live for the first 90 minutes and I hope to see you there at 9 PM CET (3 PM EST),
Here is the link directly to the live session, but don’t forget to link-up as I will call you to the stand in that order.
September 17, 2020.