IN EXTREMIS

The cocks crow,
and the sound travels through the air.
Into my ears volts of vibration.
I hear them; You don’t.

Shades of gray and amber:
Cold to my flesh; warm to my soul.
The new dawn rises at sunset—
Just now.

Night falls in the motion of a falling leaf:
Slow, graceful and sweet.
Silver beams flashing—
Taking in what’s left of me.

© Gheeneil

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