~understanding the ramifications of indiscretion

sometimes everything is missing
perhaps night is weak

always falling

even the moon slides away to
soft edges of darkness
in the cold awakening
another tired day scatters sunlight
on the susquehanna

old river, relaxed
against colloquial curves

a peculiar musky scent slips the water

a red-tailed hawk in flight
talons tear through the blue
sometimes anything is something
the soul is fashioned from
versed incantations
and dots of color
deeper than the self

a simile of purge and cleanse
like benediction after sin
an aging ash outgrows its roots
what was will cease to be
this slow demise of fading leaves
the consequences to the tree
sometimes something that’s everything
is nothing at all
By Lori Hamilton, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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