I see the air benighted and all the dusking dales

[sovay]

In honor of the season: a poem. "The Laying-Out" was written in October 2003 and published in December 2004 in Mythic Delirium #11. Ray Bradbury can probably be blamed.

The Laying-Out

Here were bones that the wind
leaved over, pale as birch
in the lengthening year's shade,
the frost-veined twilight

that holds earth and starkened
trees fast in close indigo
stasis: its balancing point fixed
and unwieldy as wind

turning one leaf to another's
arid face, laying down
the season like a shroud; colder
than a final breath, probing

as the bone reminiscent beneath
blood-pulsed flesh, sinew,
all that strips away when summer
shrinks back to show

the dead grin of this season
under its mask of leaves.

Happy Halloween, all!

Comments

[seajules]

Oh, I love that.

[sovay]

Thanks!

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

makes me happy.

[sovay]

Thank you. : )