Golden Tangles

Autumn descends
like a golden veil
Strong as chainmail, light as silk.

Strand upon strand, entangles.
The only way.

The veil,
So light

Gentle’s gossamer sleep.

By Charlene James Duguid
With Assistance from John Richards
Photo by Jane Conteh-Morgan

Notes Sublime

Lilies of the field
Forgot how to worry
A long time age
Moment on moment
They forgot
There they are, merely
Growing on
Happy hours take over.
No one knows
But as they spread their index
In a library of love
The secret songs
Echo anew.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
June 4, 2022