In the Portico of Dying

Summer has released me
into the arms of Autumn
surrendered by the shrinking
light of yesterday’s longing

as I place my hands into
a Mother Earth that cradles
me toward a new existence
aloft the portico of my dying days –

Please bury me again, sweet sun!
Bury me at a glacier’s length as time begins!
Like a leaf I fall to the furrowed soil,
my life begins anew in its fall to sorrow

Only this Moment’s time and place
denies the mystery of my monuments
to the Eros of my loving and feigns the
egregious light of day that succumbs to
the loss, the loss of all my sworn tomorrows

 

© K. James Ribble

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