Day After Day

The sunlight is becoming more of a stranger everyday now,
Talking away the innocence of summer with it,
Drowned in moon's light and 
Frosted flashlights show the once hidden webs of spiders in the grass,
And skeletal trees,like patches on the jacket,too sentimental to throw away,
When you know you should have.
Night brings velvet snow,
That changes the view from your window to a Victorian fairy-tail,
Recited to you,as you slowly let go of your mother's hand,
Into winter dreams,
Washed away,
In darkness,
Where you never want to return. 

-Jamie F. Nugent