AUTUMN TWILIGHT, AUTUMN POEM Options

[Psyche]

AUTUMN TWILIGHT

Wind sculptured the escarpments,
painted them russet over yawning villages.
Undulating willow-branches
brushed borders of rivers
flowing into austral sunsets.
Everything prepared for sleep
except the ruthless wind.
Silhouettes of whistling poplars
marked the divide
between day and spectral night.
Wind governed all of life.
Autumn shed a myriad leaves
from half-naked branches
outlined against sprinting clouds.
Still, twilight filtered through
like shafts of gold
determined to dispense
with phantoms of approaching darkness.
Yet I believe it was the wind
that caressed the hollows
of unnamed absences.

Psyche
Copyright 2004. Buenos Aires, Argentina.
From "Patagonia Lost", unedited collection.