Shadows At Night
Those shadows in the dark of night
with howling winds that whip the air,
so oft can stir an inner fright
if what we see's not really there.
Hair stands on end tween wind and fear;
the tree limb shadows dance around
like eerie snakes, entwined, austere,
they make their patterns on the ground.
Our minds paint images so true
that speak to us like living scenes;
the shadows in the dark undue
our courage while we conjure schemes.
The shadow forms sway two and fro
like creatures of the night they creep;
our senses dulled by vision's flow,
like dreams come live while we're asleep.
Our daring fades with night's black sky,
and though the moon casts her pale glow,
the shadows play and so defy
our sense what's real and what we know.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest 415 Sponsored by Brian Strand
Judged: 03/27/2018
~1st Place
Contest: Second Chance #3
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 05/03/2016
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