fragile pale light
will not last,
in deed the days grow shorter.
Winds strip trees naked,
and while they shiver
the moon watches with its cold blue light.
Black cat held prisoner-
at midnight the latch is raised,
and the prison is empty.
Clouds of slate hide the black hawk
flying out of the north,
spectre of a spell cast centuries ago.
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Very nice, Klaus! I love the seasonal theme.
ReplyDeleteTis the season of the witch.
ReplyDeleteHey, you talkin' 'bout me? ;)
ReplyDeleteWitch you talkin 'bout?
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeleteIt's almost time for me to go for a ride on my broom. If you're not careful I'll make your house my first stop. "Trick or treat!"
Hope it's a two-seater!
ReplyDeleteWe can ride over the countryside far and wide, watching the village peasants run and hide.
....broom, ....Broom, ((((BROOM !!!
There is that grey area that is in the twilight
ReplyDeleteIt has made it halfway but does not know which is day or night
The blending of eternal skies going dark and black
Only to be stolen once again and sunlit skies come back
So a hint of gray in shadows will always seem fair
It is in these shadows that is not here, Now, but out there...
enjoy(+)
Dom*:)