The Darkness
Now,
comes the darkness
the chilling wind howling thru the trees
and in the sky deep darkened blue purple clouds
sweeping in like locusts set free to feed.
devouring early spring bud and blossoms
withering in their wake.
Now comes the day’s end
languishing in frail faded sunlight
with barely a ray to seep out
the sudden chill of February’s end.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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