Kit Kelen #1049 - lapping

1049

lapping 

 

all among the reeds

and grey with sun gone now

ridges fading, folding in

someone's still singing

I don't know your name

all lake along this breeze

hue by hue then yet to call

wisp of colour to the highest

first stars aside the fleece

down into the dusk afoot

now all among the reeds

night is just as far as day

windswept, peaked with snow

then even the last lines go

just a sliver – so little moon to say