Evenstar at Midnight

 
A cloak hem trails across leaf-covered forest
Floor, curled-tipped ancient ferns standing
Silent witnesses
Melancholy the backdrop sound
as winged creatures migrate

They are all leaving
They are all gone

She stops and gazes upward:

This was the place where they took counsel
Here that glory met creation
That immortality meshed
With the changing of seasons

But now remains only
The bittersweet of memory
And consequence of choices made
The cry emanates from her
Heart, going forth and returning

Without father, friend, or beloved
She weeps, and only a
Breath of wind from the North replies.

This place is no longer her refuge,
No longer her home

For they are all leaving

They are all
Gone.


-© 2003 Sharon L. Shannon