Beacons by Michael Keshigian

At dusk, pointed shadows 

of maple tree foliage

print hieroglyphics 

upon the darkening landscape,

a discernable message

as the moon ascends and swallows

small clumps of darkness

the sun leaves behind.

Lunar sand illuminates

the dimming tree line,

stars, in earnest, glimmer

to deepen the view 

the empty vat of space provides.

A topless, black shroud

with a hostile view

would linger overhead

should these beacons extinguish

and allow the dark

to accentuate the hollow, lightless 

silence that would be night.

Michael Keshigian, from New Hampshire, has been published in numerous national and international journals, recently including Aji Magazine, San Pedro River Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Muddy River Review, and Passager. He has appeared as feature writer in over twenty publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations (michaelkeshigian.com).