farewell

farewell

after the rain

your steps lost in the mud,

among the fallen leaves.

your shadow still warm,

preserved in a drop of  silver sweat

 trembling at the bench.

the echo beats in mid-air

like a wounded bird,

and your voice,

 still

freezes my blood at night.

but forgetfulness already sneaks

like a black cat in the darkness.

I’ll hang my eyes, lashes down,

from the chilled  bones of the bare trees,

I’ll weave a handful of snow

in to my dark hair.

and I’ll fall down

into the yellowness of the departing summer

c:Nina K Orlvskaya@  8/31/2012