Gathering Hours
A dim vastness
My soul beseeched
The gathering hours
Of this moment’s calm.
A silver shadow
Pierces the darkness
But a glimmering veil
To hide these thoughts
Stillness.
Solitude.
As one
Yet taken together.
A memory gone.
An hour finished
Moments to come are many.
DBH 1976
W. Va. Fur and Root 