Crossing the Shades

 
 

Für Elise…
each star takes its place
in the twilight

To sit and watch, pinpoint the exact moment the iris is lost to blue. Perhaps Vincent himself has a hand in it. Cobalt, thalo, indigo, wash by wash, the coming of night. This hour the moon and stars have made for quiet reflection. All streams and rivers, all roads now lead to darkness, if we will let them.

It could be that it’s the breeze that unlatches the gate, but the dead tread softly, like the scent of lilacs through an open door, but softer still. Grandad, coming slowly up the path, pinches mint between his fingers. Grandma, making something of the leftovers, the cat on her shoulder in its third or fourth life. Dad, sitting on the step, rolls another cigarette. It’ll be the death of him. The one who died before she was born.

On a clear night many a flower is touched by moonlight; the one whose name is forgotten; the one which has no scent.

once more
into the shadows…
dewfall hawk

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note: *The title is taken from “Afterwards” by Thomas Hardy


Contemporary Haibun Online
8:2, July 2012

Samhain Blessings to all in the Northern Hemisphere!


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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. David Terelinck
    Oct 31, 2012 @ 11:35:09

    Truly gorgeous . . . ethereally beautiful, as if a nightshade had just crossed my path. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    Reply

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