"Black is the phone" | 9 [terza rima]

Black is the phone
dark is the night
loud is the tone

soft is the light
dawn is the hour
silently might

dialing's power
bloom thru the line
& come into flower?

red is the wine!
green are the leaves!
what is the sign

somebody grieves?
daubing at cheeks?
tearing of sleeves?

nobody speaks
days turn to weeks