elegy

red-gold heaven

of stormy autumn

held in memoriam

the leafy-mist lights this late

October dawn recalls,

emptily, curiously,

design hidden

in swirls of hieroglyphics,

the wood-smoke of the ages,

time-ridden-missing-things:

a fleeting meeting with the past:

something else that does not last,

visions hidden in a mind

aberrant, obsessed, selfish,

wisps of cogitation coagulate,

into the light of another April

dawn