November Sunset

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November Sunset

Beloved,

what music lies

in the skies

to make

clouds move to it?

Hold fast the still

soft moving?

Poise the light

white

bright?

Make sound stand still!

Hold it fast!

Hush, trees!

Oh breathe, no bird!

Let the loving

Word

cast

down its sea’s

song.

Shake,

Heart!

Break!

Wake!

Evelyn Coffey

No rain but pain

No rain

but pain

and an old man walking

with a blue

cage open

looking for his blue

lost bird

and I walking

with my gray

heart open

looking for my gay

lost love

E. Coffey

Handel's Andante

Reverence, awe. Very profound. Is it the lost dance or the lost family? Either way, it is powerful.

Handel’s Andante

An old harpsichord hums

A forgotten song in a darkened room.

The white carnation rustles

In a vase of someone’s tears.

And I half hear, half dream

Of satin slippers pressing down the pile

Of rugs born of an old century’s loom.

There is a whispering, too,

Of faded silk and bleached brocade

That recover a moment their old-time tints

While strange fingers wander

Over the quiet yellow keys.

A bosom trembles with an unheard sob,

Out in the garden white roses pray

To the listening moon, shake petals

Crisp and white, and wait.

In a distant hall the dance still beats,

But the afternoon has slipped off

Quietly to look at the moon.

Do not feel uneasy, Dear!

This strong pain of loneliness

Shall rise in your throat often

When beauty has been and . . . . gone!

Evelyn Coffey

Mother

Another tribute to her beloved mother.

Mother

Her hair is gray as wintry seas;

Her voice is kind.

Her eyes are blue as candle’s blue;

Her face is lined.

Her hands are worn with tender deeds;

Her feet are slow.

Her spirit is an act of faith,

Sung rich and low.

Evelyn Coffey