Shadows of Night

Shadows in flight
cling to the trees.
These oncoming shapes
are shrouded in the breeze.


The height of each pine
is confined from view.
As a plume like mist
curdles my mood.

Casting the land
in an bygone trance.
time stands still
fearing what's next.


Silent wings
take to flight
and the growl
of his 'call'


-Tells me-

he's now perched
just out of sight.


Frozen feet long to run
as an inward voice
tells me to be one.
One with boulder
feathered in mist.

One with my surrounding
and I do that right quick.

Then pray for sunshine
and hold my breath.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the calm before the storm, eerie isn't it?
the heart hiding in the shadows debating whether to let itself be seen.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

On the way to work yesterday. There was a growing patch of mist tethered to the treetops. The image just swirled around till it came together.

[M. J. Smith]

Shew! Do I want to know what demon is hiding in the mist? Guess now we know how a rabbit fells when confronted with a hawk! This read by a campfire on Halloween... Wowza! Poe ain't got nothin' on you!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes it's not good to be the bunny rabbit unless you're Bugs.

[Cherrie Palmer]

PS lots of time when I write ✍ I invision the story being told around a open sky and campfire.