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Midnight on the Clock

Midnight gray blocks out the stars
in racing steams of flowing clouds.
Moon light hides behind windy puffs
	of smoky filtered white.
October nights are cooled by lingering rain
	cold riding the wind.
A sudden drop in temperature calls out
	for blankets and warm coverlets.
Tugging up against the chin downy warmth exudes
	wrapping the body safe and snug.
Warm wood scented fires rising to the sky
	wafting in the wind.
Winter waits in the background hovering t the door
	with promise of cold and ice and snow.

Midnight dark slips in whistling winds in the trees
	pulling leaves loose to set them free.
Autumn falls floating on the twisting turning breeze
	sliding thru the maze of pumpkins.
October slides into November’s ghostly souls in flight
	set free of this physical life.
Misty haze hangs then sweeps by in dulled vision
	bringing tears to life and flow.
Seasons wrestle back and forth teasing and taunting
	to be reborn in time.
Cool shadows drift wayward touching sharp and harsh
	against the frosty earth.
Time edges in inches away with the race
	unguided into history.


Midnight passion purple blends bold and brazen
	into an overture of song and hymns.
Psalms, prayers, and promises sing soft and quiet
	the solemn dreams of Solomon.
A time for every season of poverty and plenty
	setting hearts afire with desires.
A flow of life’s endless continuance of hope
	rising on the harbor waves.
Embers rise off in the distance setting wispy images
	figures ghostlike in the air.
Tightly close the windows and the doors
	lock out the visionary thoughts and specters
Enraptured, the dreams steal away to all that is left
	Midnight on the clock.

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