A refugee of winter’s deep sea of darkness …
A refugee of winter’s deep sea of darkness …
Intensely hued frieze borne across the winter dawn
Each fleeting sunlit daybreak moment ,
passes like borrowed time ,
knowing the sun radiates its lent glowing gifts
bequeathed of another season come to pass
30 days and 30 beloved alchemistic sunsets
Each a recurring chromatic kaleidoscopic firmament ,
a moments ardent enhaloed sanctity ; heart racing yet torn , uncontrollably sinking like the setting sun
left gasping for breath
A season’s full circle fruition , merging in a docile silence . Merciful surrender to the moment’s fading luminescence ; waning light seeps out with seasons’ receding ebb , monotone grey skies darken stalling the dimmed light of day
Fog rolls in like the long forgotten high tide’s ebbing flood,
quietly beclouding the traces left behind in the heavy mist
The pace slows as the immuring world enshrouds
the nebulous line between
whence the befogged allusion lies
Wintertide’s evanescent sunlight has no mercy
Its suffused absence envelops humble mortal prisoners
mired by hovering hazy inversions
Trees lean southward , dreams bathed in latter day’s illume, begging for the last dappled rays warmth atop this ridge top winterness
It’s as if the final winter solstice cast sundown’s befallen spell ; the last solar waves steal away the final fading spirit dropping it uncaringly into the entomb depths , a refugee of winter’s deep sea of darkness …
Harlon Rivers ... ©December 14th, 2013
1 comment:
The descriptions and metaphors you share give such a great depth to your experience as you illustrate the color of ache in the circle of life. Interesting to me how such "darkness" can read so majestically. Your styles of writing always contain such hope woven within. I think we are very connected to creation. You show wonderfully not only how the time of year can affect, but also the elements effect our lives as well.
Blessed Be ~
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