sallow blanket of night lies
swift across the clear ring of dusk
as black nocturne of fate
consumes my way – I watch

a forlorn mountain blue
enmesh all cause of yearn like
the windsong of oak-crease weighs
pale the blight of my homecoming –

naiadhaze vision of you
separates like sorrows,
denounces the freighted flight
of this pasture’s drops of dew

bringing thrush and willow
above the auburn rush of light
signs you’re within my reach
the slay of your lips

known already to the
moon’s sleepless melody
sings me the evening’s song
of love’s crescent desires

© K. James Ribble