A Meeting

In bare presence a draft of
garden-light pours beneath me

lost radiance in half-lit truths
on soul-extoling cloud beams

each treecast of maples sifting
royal greens on bonfire reds

calling me in a lightness
like mountain vapor creasing

the day in effigy, an image
of oscillation and twilight as

a meeting of cabbage moths
dance at the edge of morning

I walk your garden in dawn’s
triumphant shadow of illumination

returning to our bed of lost forevers
as I watch you sleep
in the grace of dreams

© K. James Ribble

– *An ekphrastic expression of, ‘A Meeting of Cabbage Moths’, the title of a song-painting by Poemme, from her album ‘Arboretum’

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