death day

gloom becomes

inkier

blackcurrant

deeper

dusk warblers

salute the passing

of shapes, perished

outlines -

this soluble day

that inch of edges

buries all, chlorophyll

whisperers, root to

anchor quieten

silhouetted traders

unwrap cinders,

charcoal nocturne’s

its gazing

sea-slowed-muffle,

daylight shrugs off

from lichen liked

boughs

an entirety of sleep

wades thru’  the

shadow molested

grasses

inked air

deepness into

every thorough

window

stars, pinched irises

of chrome-width yet

on full glint, such far-

away sparkles hint-

someone is watching

makes the heart glow

better, knowing, cold

is achieving its collars

a sleek glove of knives

patrols sliding thru’ wind-

whipped-convulsing-fingers,

leaf shiver and muse-

about the near rust that is coming

the plough is left awkward-

elbowed for dew to confess

oxides to fasten, wet and sturdy

for morning

steeples about repeat their

vanish, a raven’s wing

crosses the land where

scarce pheasants scarper

and the mind's

rubble vacates

and

replenishes