MELANCHOLIA
By Nicki Heinen
I walk in green fields,
caught between the day and the night,
picking stars like September blackberries,
fighting blackness.
This purplish light spreads like a bruise
and in the gloom
the trees grow souls and speak to me.
They say:
'Do not let the light in.
Live like stars in the dark.
Arianne Johnston Breen