bLack and green

Hullabaloo



what world here
the perpetual damp pervades
aLL things
all
making parts smell moist with greeb
others with black
the silent kingdom of
her moss, her lichens
the tiny fingers
swelling
drinking of the moist air
the autumn given over it
might seem
to winter
yet I hear
this is but the start
the start.
Blighted, blackened roses
giving life to vigorous
lichen
gray yellow green
shows
life is not
dead at Autumn-Yule
her colours still show
the hags face painted
spirals in
gray, lines of green
shades of brown
yellows and oranges
Thoughts what drift
slowly spiraling
into noises, around the colours
those now far away, but held close in thought, in memoRY
I hope
they know
they are loved;
those few I love
those few trusted - love
despite the distance, the
shift in focus
in colours
the letters promised and forgotten
hasty calls made
rushed good byes as
errands come
go
Do not forget
I havent forgotten
my loves
I hold you in colours to be savored
in jaws
in eyes
in this place
of blacks, grays and greens.