In Flux

A somnolent Moon stretches

Alabastrine, across a hollow sky

Smothering melancholic October

With Her chaste light

Plummeting leaves

Carry with them

Passionate dolor

I stamp upon          

Dashed hope

There is no refuge

From this brumal atmosphere

It pierces, penetrates

Clutching at my soul

I must grieve

Reticent tears

Spring into doves

Gliding towards

The resplendent Sun

I am

In flux

Reviews

[Rana Adalwolfa Simon]

I sincerely hope you are published. This work is too good to keep virtual; it deserves to be made physical. If you have a chapbook or anthology of what-have-you, please let me know. I truly wish to have a copy.

Edit: And the moment I finish writing this, I see the link to your book on your profile page. :) Looks like I'm off to Amazon!

[Ed Hart]

you say this as pretty as it can be said

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank you for coming to my corner :)