Compassion of Stones

.
.
Each noon
Recedes
Farther
South
.
Warmth
Sinks
Behind a
Lost horizon
.
Clear night
Muted
By fogs
Cold
Colder
.
Gloom follows
.
Dreamless
Walks in
Shifting mists
.
Morning
Arrives shadowed
Less brightly
Warming
Walls hold
The chill
.
Unloved stones
Are compassion
Holding
History
.
Darkness lingers
.
Gray covers
Thought
Drifts away
.
Evening mists
Hide taboo
Conceals
Weakness
Shame
Forgetfulness
No matter
.
One foot
Unseen
Placed
Before
Stirring
The mist
The other
Follows
Wandering
Quietly
.
Autumn cobwebs
Ragged empty
.
Each night
Darker
Each day
More silver
.
Dread lessens
Moments
Blend
More closely
With
Approaching
Night
.
.
Bear … 10.11.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014

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