Samhain

This black catlight the good fires
along the hills
edges dissolve
you’re almost in reach
talk with me again
remind of the nearness
of all things
angels cavort
on the end of a pin
forever mirrored
in your dead eyes
waiting, waiting
waiting, waiting
for here within
i see you then
another year circled
squared and slaughtered
exult round the stones
before the cold
bites our bones

October 31, 2015

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