Monday 7 September 2015

Hilltop



The sunset rock glows. Crimson hue’s melting and drenching the hill. An ear to the evensongs in bird-voice I walk alone in the woods. Leaves are still and so is my mind. Words have stopped fizzing. I have become Prayer itself. The evening star is out in a pink purple sky. Ah…let peace rain everywhere. Let joy kindle every heart. I pray for you little Aylan. You are my child too.

 

Night drips from the sky

A small tree on hilltop bursts

Silhouetted sorrow

 


Posted for Haibun Monday 1 @ dVerse

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United