Ribbons of Rust

The sky unspools in ribbons of rust,

each thread a whisper of fading day.

 Beneath the weight of shadows, dust

dances where sunlight dares not stay.

 My eye lids squint as they grasp at the

today, this moment before it’s passed. 

 A winter crow’s cry shatters the fragile air,

echoes of longing, sharp and wide.

Your voice fades as shadows die in

darkness and run free again. Goodbye. 

 The trees lean close, as if to share

secrets they’ve hidden deep inside.

But still, the earth turns, slow and thin—

A silent song we’re all woven in.