Saturday, September 13, 2014

Beloved Sun, why such a sideways glance? On every hill, in each vale, Flora outdoes itself in a bid to gladden the eye of Ra with swirling tapestries of scarlet, gold, maroon and green. The rivers are in a hurry to flow down to the sea, to greet the salmon as it leaps in the other direction.  Fare thee well, blessed summer.

Within the change there is a wind, stirring, lifting the branches.

The birch-leaves scatter, heart-shaped coins, dropping upon the grass.

While holding a piece of jade, taken from a mountain of serpentine, I close my eyes.

There is no more eye, only aye. And there the golden shower is unceasing. Thoughts descend in translucent geometries, as if in crystal-flakes and keys to knowledge not yet unlocked, as a snow that does not chill, ushering in a winter of transformation.









2 comments:

bluestorm said...

How well you've captured the unsettling feeling of this particular season change.
A mesmerizing write !!

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for reading, dear friend.

En plein air - in memoriam Andrew Bellon

A dreamless sleep falls from the shimmering leaves. --Sappho fragment, tr. Andrew Bellon I changed, thickened, ...

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