In twilight’s bruise purple
as the ivy
chokes the silence.
A chaotic ribbon of obsidian
as the creek rushes
over the glass of stones.
The breathless wilderness
a beautiful chaos
in stillness it lays.
On bedden leaves of bones
and moss of decay
as the winds fall at bay.
With a symphony of calligraphy
in rhythmic aria
twilight’s bruise purple.








