Stoking A Flame

In raw blackness 
you want to find fireflies 
in the hedges. 
 
Green on green 
I ambush the chill 
of a dying moon. 
 
Silently you meditate, 
as the fog descends 
settling discreetly─ 
 
on your thoughts. 
A cat jumps the wall 
in pursuit of a game. 
 
Why to recall the father's 
death. In autumn night 
I will break the vow.