Twilight on
November 1st
Silent, watch
the green mistaken tolls.
My summer, far too bright
for my fall.
There must be a line
where, the dark, it
will divide it.
The rest could be
line by line of imagery,
but this wouldn't make it the same.
Two stanzas, just plain.
held in white
and in your heart
a temple begins
graceful seaward bound
my heart within
my temple begins
graceful leeward bound