Umbrarum*

Umbrarum*


Today at the cemetery,

worn stones, smudged engravings,

in harmony with the fall

of leaves, yellow and brown,

the grass surrenders the last

of its dun, all is muted

as the summer declines.

Darkness stretches to its full length.

Spirits shake off the dirt and speak

in a language only heard by those

who dare to press their ears to the veil.



*Latin, of the Shades