Fall’s Dark Wing

          The morning’s magnificence,

 Splendor of a burnished sun

Vibrating an electric sky,

Rides under the dark wing of sorrow.

This last breath before earth weeps in closure

Fore shadows her weakened state

 Trembling on the brink,

Demeter, poised in revenge

Raging loss of Persephone

Her dark child,

Mother for daughter grief

Cries against cold twilights.

This is what lies below

The incandescence

An anxious teeter between

What is and what will be.

 As night becomes enormous

Its shadow sighs earlier and earlier.

Fill the lamps

Light the dream.

        Honoring Pablo Neruda’s poem “Sadness.”

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