10/15/2021

every evening
my feet carry me
up the hill
to the cemetery
to watch the sky

the changing
of the seasons
reminds me
how ephemeral
time is

for the moon
greets the sun
earlier
now that the leaves
are dying

there’s a comfort here
amongst the ghosts
of wheat fields
and the spirits
of past voices in the wind

how easy it is
to become lost
in the beauty
of star-crossed
lovers—

a crimson sky
a crescent moon
even the leaves
can’t help but dance
as they make their descent

letting go
to bare the trees
to prepare
for the newcomer
a blanket of white

when the seasons change
once more
and the moon
greets us
ever earlier.

is there anything
so romantic
as October?

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9 Responses to 10/15/2021

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    Man, have I been missing that. Beautifully written, Kristian! A wonderfully fluid form punctuated with your usual lovely turn of a phrase. I especially loved:

    “there’s a comfort here
    amongst the ghosts
    of wheat fields
    and the spirits
    of past voices in the wind”

    Hope you guys are both well and I send my love!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. utahan15 says:

    someone died
    and the parent s cried

    Liked by 1 person

  3. aguycalledbloke says:

    Nicely and wonderfully penned 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Priti says:

    So beautiful lines! if we can feel nature it makes us forget the harsh reality. Thank you. You are looking cute💖☺🌹💓😊

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