Nightscapes

 
The stolid moon
the sacristy sharing,
but with only a glint
from the jealous sun's
glittering shield,
with rationed light
lifts his pale face
sparkling vestments
above the firmament
through the vapors
enchanted signs
ominous portents
appear in the
shadowy reflection
that trickles through
the mystical mist,
shading the coordinates
of space and time

Solitary vigil begins
an eerie calm
seeps over
mountain caps,
by day
plumed with
downy blanket
echoing blithe rhythms
of nature,
in night's wake
throttled by the
tight-fitted sheet
snugly tucked
over its bedrock.
Down the slopes
the branching limbs
of Birch, Poplar
that whistled their
somnolent tune
from dawn to dusk
transformed into
gnarled fingers
limply hanging,
their palsied tendons
bearing no congenital
fealty to mother ground.
The listless valleys
morphing into
cavernous holes,
bereft of the sun's
doting eyes,
shed waxy sheen
of their svelte capes
disrobed fibers,
wispy fragments
sprinkled with
a briny dew.