Summer's Gone

Hares. . . Glowing like pyres. 

Raising-a-splinter, to a blink of an eye. 

My ink thickens, burning the lines 

Expanding our fires diminished to sky, 

Avoiding the smoke as a bellow to rise, 

Catching its heat from the howls of our plights. 

Keeping at bay heart-strings: rescinded 

Deep winds expulsed not worth a mention, 

Blanket this winter, sleep in its sewers 

Breath that we take in, hailed by pollution. 

Wolves..Eat..Moths; 

Rivers swept 

Current Calls, 

Enter Mouth 

Ghost of Marsh 

The Haunting Doors: Closed to All. 

Fireflies dance, a war of defiance... 

Luminous depth, night calls; reliance. 

Moving through dark, negating its guidance 

Better to leave than to rest in its silence