Season of Euphony
Self sibilant and hoar-hollow silence
settles like cinder and cinderous ash
over the fallow midden by the narrow river runnel,
where a gentle zephyr goes soughing
through willow and yew,
and a nimble vireo, jubilant yet rueful,
lets its lilt and murmur mingle
with the faint zither-note
of a cymbal-bright zenith wavering yonder.
A genial, genteel gesture—
feather-light as nacre and satin, velvet and honey—
seems to hallow the vessel of the journey,
ferrying a votive lumen through mossy lattice and juniper,
jasmine and yarrow,
while ginger fennel simmers in vivid reverie
and the zircon jewel of yearning wavers
but does not waver enough
to ravel the serene solace it seeks to fathom.
In a languid wander beneath a nimbus-veiled sky,
I nuzzle the mellow hoar
and winnow the hollow harrow from my heart,
letting cinder mingle with cinder and cinderous memory
until even the cymbal of grief grows yielding and gentle,
and the zephyr’s whisper becomes a jubilant yet rueful hymn
rising toward the zenith,
where silence, feathered and fathomless,
keeps its luminous vigil.
WoPoLi 
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