An indolent orange spirit drifts across
the mountainside as the day draws to a close.
Pulling a leaden cloak over the forested canvas,
she offers no quarter to my flagging frame.
I stretch a cautious limb in front of me,
searching for a secure footing while sap soaked
leaves protest under an inquisitive tread.
A half a dozen steps ahead, your raven
tresses swing to and fro, occasionally
meeting the soft light that sinks in the west.
I stop my ascent for a crack to watch your
slender span navigate the shadows.
You will soon round the binding bend and
then I shall never see you again.
TIME – please be merciful with my memories.
Absolve them of their debts.
I beg of you.