Frost

When did the frost thicken into the first snow?

It was barely discernable the slide of summer into fall.
The fiery chats, into stark silence.

When did silence become the predominant sound?

Cold floors.
A home less warm with each drifting leaf.

Bareness covered in the shiny icy glitter.

A thick layer of snow over what had once been only a fine frost.
Heavy silence, slowly swallowing us whole.

Evening

In the pale moonlight, the
evening slid past eight, hurrying
towards nine, then ten.

The goodnight notes, the band
saying bye, bye to the last
remaining fans.

The saddness of ending alters,
the jolly mood. In the corner
tears flow-- filling a pail,
a void new and raw.

Something ate and ate until
the hole, raw and exposed banned
further flowing tears – replaced
with a simmering fire.

The altar of understanding
has a way of buying one
soul at a time.
The cost fixed high, incredibly high.