Ellie Longshadow tumbled deep into the sadness of Autumn
The violet fear riding on the rustling leaves could not escape her
any more than the lives of ghosts could shake the inky shadows of memory off their backs,
No matter how deceptivley warm was the day.
Fifteen degrees from the sunset was the mark,
the point at which the jig was up
But Ellie Longshadow did not sink with the sun,
She floated on the dusk
Because
It was a powerful, gentle current this time of year,
The even angles
of heaven's bodily gravity
Equanimously, unwaveringly
Held to their agreement with the approaching night
Orange Light Haiku
Watch daytime TV
Sucked curtain screen shadows grow
and shrink in sun beats
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