Even As It Fades
Pallid platinum clouds trailing slivers of silver hide verdant foothills of giant purpled ranges peaked in dazzling white, the air thick and moist, pregnant with possibilities hardening into probabilities; dawn packing to leave again.
Dawn, a fickle lover, opinionated and precocious, a constant visitor, if but for an instant, a shadow, an echo, a recent memory, too much and too little, always in all ways. A vision drawing me from comforting covers for a kiss, hello and goodbye in one. A confusing aftertaste, bitter, sweet or bittersweet? Hard to remember and impossible to forget, even as it fades.
 © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved