Midnight On the Clock

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.