IN THE SEASON OF FADING SOULS

The year grows bleak with the

season of leafless rain,

the stars hidden beyond the clouds

the world shrunks in gloom.

People walk past each other

on the wet roads as strangers,

no hand rises in greeting,

no gaze is met, eyes avert from eyes.

In their holes they hide, in

their caves of cement and wood

their flickering souls from light

seek what only fire can give.

Loneliness rises in naked branches

to the milk-gray blanket of clouds,

they shiver in rain, they feel the night

in the bleak wind and bleached dusk.

The afternoon like spider makes its

web, but the black silk

comes from the cold living souls

lonely, adrift in the dread November.

05.11.2018