04-04-2016, 01:25 PM
The Darkening
After sunset she walked away.
Her shadow reached back
as she drew nearer the trees,
shoulders turned to moonlight
so its cold fire burned her
blue as eucalypt.
She seemed to rustle, now, with foliage;
a dryad whose roots coiled
within a cage of ribs, of rocks, of stone cliffs
and blanched forest bones, as if
a siege of leaf had won her.
Then she disappeared.
After sunset she walked away.
Her shadow reached back
as she drew nearer the trees,
shoulders turned to moonlight
so its cold fire burned her
blue as eucalypt.
She seemed to rustle, now, with foliage;
a dryad whose roots coiled
within a cage of ribs, of rocks, of stone cliffs
and blanched forest bones, as if
a siege of leaf had won her.
Then she disappeared.