Ghosts of the
Woeful whisper
Sighing through sunset
In silky saxophone tones
Forest funeral
Gathering gloom
When leaves rustle
Like memories echoing
Through twilight tears
Voices hushed by years
Extinguished like candles
Through relentless onslaught
Of seasons procession
Youth hushed
Like an unruly child
Scent of mulch
Permeating the air
Owl hooting through hollow
Calling me back
To gloaming ghosts
