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Alone and weary ...
   she dangled toes o'er the mountain ledge -
 the late-October night was clear
and bitter cold, yet as still as death ...
 rare were such even-tides
   when not a breath of keen altitude
       moved among the peaks.

Far below, thru brumal wisps
    the tribal lights shimmered in warmth
      drums of ceremony echoing
       like All-Hallows heartbeats ...
      a lone conch-shell horn
    moaned woefully, and somewhere
a wolf answered.

       The harvest moon
   swam thru the bright Milky Way wash
 like a silver doubloon ...
swallowing stars in its wan gullet
 and transfiguring the sharp-shard ridges
   to proud porcelain gods
       arms stretching heavenward.

She had made this
    calm-but-keen sojourn countless times
      each late fall, in careful anticipation
       of this very night ...
      but never before had an evening
    trembled so tenderly
or shone as bright and bloodless.

       Life had been full ...
   with loves and adventures and aches
 but she longed for rest and sleep ...
the bare, lonely mountains of ancient autumn
 and crisp, dead leaves hushed it to her -
   the prayer of welcome ... the prayer
       of poignant endings.

She smiled at the thought
    of those she loved, now left behind
      her heart swelling with a sad, soulful contentment.
       As her people's farewell chant rose faint
      sweet with the smoke from campfires, far below
    she breathed, deep and dear
the magnificent night ...

       And stepped softly ... off the edge.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Fall Into Fall" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.

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