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.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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