For @writeblrcafes Star Anise Prompt.

For @writeblrcafe’s “star anise” prompt.

Golden leaves on trees

autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-

a single leaf falls.

Icarus

ah, to be a lonely moth

adorned with wings of earth and night

to always be unable to face the dark

and so take refuge in the light

to circle round and round the flame

to almost reach the fire

alas, to be another Icarus

and burn under the sun’s ire

Another dark poem… Halloween air leads to Halloween poems!

Leaves of Gold

As I laid in darkness deep,

Dark thoughts, dark dreams,

As I laid asleep,

A single leaf - or so it seemed

Floated down the midnight stream

Soft and lush and gold in hue,

A shining star in darkness true

And as winter chill so strongly blew

Up into the sky the leaf flew

To settle with the night of twilight blue

I reached for the gold,

The life so vibrant

It frosted with cold

Crumbled, left silent

My mind left so violent

So silent once more, I laid asleep

As my heart so quietly, 

so quietly weeps

As my mind screams violently

For death to come silently

The trees have been blackened for so many years

Burnt from fury and watered with tears

So long have I hidden in the night from my fears

The gold I once held so closely dear

Left my land of sorrow, never to appear

The trees no longer grow leaves of gold

The gold of before

My kingdom grew cold

The gold I once so hopefully adored

Now it will grow – nevermore

So my soul wanders, despairing and saddened

As it wanders in darkness and shadows so cold

As I walk within the night with anguish untold

And woefully I wonder, whatever happened

To the vibrant leaves of shimmering gold?

As the end of October creeps closer, I present to you: a Halloween themed poem!

Dark is the Night

Dark is the night

The wind’s a whispering

Dim is the light

Candles are flickering

The shadows, unfaded

Creep across the great land

A dark veil aided

By Lady Nyx’s hand

The moon’s ghostly cast

Illuminating the dark

Black flags raised half mast

As Death makes his mark

Gray clouds flood the sky

Blocking stars as they fade

As a creature’s last cry

Is muffled by decay

So silent is the twilight

And sorrow so lonely

As souls take flight

As the angels sing, “if only!”

Fear gathers in the heart

Chased by beasts from the start

For dark is the night

And dim is the light

Silk

They wove themselves to sleep and were boiled while they dreamt of mulberry leaves and sunlit dusty wings of flowers and flames and seductive full moons of forests rustling in the summer breeze of bustling streets filled with shrieking horns and the pungent neon hiss of food stalls. Their dreams unfurled and we wove them into garments with all the softness of unmetamorphosed ambitions. Come, wear this wondrous tomb of a thousand ghostly wings and feel fluttering against your skin all the colors of the sky and on your tongue the faint flavor of midsummer midnights the laughter of leaves the song of cicadas.

wistful whispers of a weeping willow

they say that if you listen close

to the tree of a weeping willow

as the branches knock in the wind

and the leaves as the breeze gently billows

that you’ll hear the wistful whispers

of the spirit of the weeping willow

as she cries and murmurs and tells

of the hearts she’s seen broken before her willow

she weeps for her lover, a lover long lost

of the lover’s embraces and gentle kisses

and of how she yearns for a lost future

with her lost Willow—whom she so dearly misses