Through the blinds, dying light
pushes the trees closer
looming silhouettes, like ghosts
ringing the house
the fading sky a backdrop
for their dark shapes
which intermingle, crowding
together, drawing in
until the darkness deepens
and they vanish.
exquisite writing! That first verse is an excellent observation!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura. I am very uncertain about my 'small stones' this time around — just doggedly keeping on anyway — so it's great to get positive feedback like that.
ReplyDeleteThere is a sense of the "dying light" bringing something sinister. I was glad when darkness made the threat vanish. Great observation of nightfall.
ReplyDeleteThank, Barb, That is indeed what I meant to convey! :-D
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