Day Song

Dusk settles me
In a round filament
Of light casting
Its last strands
Of motion
Through my
Window as
Birds sing the
Day song of evening –
Summer engulfs me
Framing this moment
In a triumvirate of life,
The light, sounds, and breeze
All a millenary of minutiae
Enshrouding the day in
Persian golds, details of love
Like a lapidary of time
Revealing the ornaments
Of my reverie in the earth
As comes my heart
Now comes my rest

 

© K. James Ribble

Burnished

She glanced over to
Me like an afterthought
Aghast to the realization that
Her self-image carried the
Callow’s weight of mauve
Effortlessly falling into the
Sanctity of remnant time …
And as her gaze returned to
The mirror, a memory of her
Childhood began to sing of
Summer yellow skies and long walks
With her father, long since passed –
Where the aire of regret came
To rest as the fire of burden
Burnished bright in her eyes.

 

© K. James Ribble