(1st full week of October 2020)

Shadow Serenade

A little whistle in the wind
on the eve of all things unseen
can gently draw the spirit in
to hold tomorrow yet serene

Hold me void in wonder
Keep me closer in the night
Shield me here in thunder
under restless flashes bright

The droplets fall in order
The branches beat the rhyme
The storms are a fifth or quarter
counting down the time

Sing your shadow serenade
over the womb so inlaid
until the dawning of destined days
and the entire ending has played