A Glorious Darkness by Bill Fay

color pots of fairies
spilled
at November’s end
toward the certainty
of winter
ochre of oak leaves
rattling the teeth
of the breeze
exhales
farms and forests

the moon shines
in obligation
in the slow
drawl of darkness

bats fledge
over fallow fields
with eternal earth
whirling endlessly
on the turn
of a worm
coyotes
unpacked
and longing
disgorge
their tangled tales
and the twelve
stations of the stars
pass the hat
on cut-crystal horizons
while the wedge of night
rides the back
of the dragon’s
folded wings
to slain polaris

strange, the sound that light makes when it fails

a nightingale
singing like a brilliant cut
on a church steeple
the yard beneath
in dumb reply

this night
the angels
have fled
the head
of their pin

strange, the smell the darkness makes as it deepens

roses dry
as grandma’s heirlooms
chased in envy
as an echo

wondrous, the wisdom found in the mirror of day

why is joy a moment?
and regret forever?
why is nothing so dark and beautiful
as when a meteor mends its wounds in your eyes?

 

Bill Fay (he/him) is a retired program manager and poet. Bill enjoys flute playing, experimental poetry, hiking, running, and biking. His work has been published by numerous journals and non-profits. Bill’s haiku publishing credits span nine countries over three continents. His first book- “Passages: Immigrant Experiences” was published Winter of 2021 by Fox Island Press. Bill’s second book- “Hymns of the Homeless” is scheduled for publication Spring of 2022. Bill resides with his wife Nancy, and their two bodacious cats (Tucker and Annie) on Fox Island in Puget Sound near Tacoma. Favorite quote: “When the quill is sharp, the mind is never dull.”