Calachuchi's Early Evening
Almost imperceptibly,
the twilight darkens, deepens
into a moonlit evening.
The calls
of unseen cuckoos in the woods
have died down.
Still and silent,
my shadow stands by the bonfire's
smoldering ashes.
Teasing whiffs
of dancing smoke redden my sweaty
face, urging me
to awaken
the embers, to stoke back to life
the buried fire.
Now serpertine flames
wiggle on dry leaves, devouring wood,
even lumps soft earth.
Among fragrant
calachuchi flowers, crickets chirp shrilly,
no, sang, charmingly!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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