Stoking A Flame

In raw blackness 
you want to find fireflies 
in the hedges. 

Green on green 
I ambush the chill 
of a dying moon. 

Silently you meditate, 
as the fog descends 
settling discreetly�"� 

on your thoughts. 
A cat jumps the wall 
in pursuit of a game. 

Why to recall the father's 
death. In autumn night 
I will break the vow.