Treetops swayed in the November wind
Swayed into darkness
With the music of storms
Music was the partner of night
Stripped bare in the dance
Bare yet rooted yet reaching
Rooted deeper into the unfathomable
Deep and naked night
The clothes of day lay at my feet
Crumpled, wet,and ruined
Crumpled, wet, and ruined
I stood as a silent intruder
One late October evening
Disguised, as I said,
As November.
And I had nothing to say
Nothing.
No need to speak.
Nothing to disguise.
One Single Impression
1 Comments
Sandy, this is beautiful, piercing. I love your poetry.
ReplyDeleteI've been having a little trouble getting your blog, or rather today I got a slew of your posts, but when I go into your blog they're not there. When I pull them up individually they are. Maybe you were scheduling them to post and there was a glitch?
Thanks for being here.