Morning Like Evenig

Morning like evening gallows casts eerie ominous shadows slip sliding deep in the hallows in along the walkway shallows.; Inching in an out below the overhangs stout with fallen leaves and dopplegangs where bent brittle branches hang browned in amber reds and orange blood fangs. The autumn rituals now begun, a league of summer encounters brung fallen by the wayside all spring undone; cooled quick by early September breeze brushed and chilled by a winter sneeze. Blue skies fade to racing gray white squalls whisked away by a seafarer's omen call of forewarned storms and thunderous roars of wind swept waves and sand beaten shores. Here it comes, brisk in the air, the wind and rain, retribution for the ultimate sin of unforgiving pain, tornadic spins, relentless rains, the hurricane, morning like evening, never the same again.