North Winds drive Indigo clouds taking bites out of a ripe pearl moon.
Crisp salads of autumn leaves peppered with road dust
and salted with early snow dress the road.
Porches in glowing pumpkin yellow corn stalks and hay bales
Staging this night of innocent disbelief.
Tag: horror
Dimmer, Poetry by Shannon R. Giedieviells
A chilly autumn night.
Tolerable when the air is still, but as the wind blows
it sends the feeling of a frozen metal spike into the spine.
Her pace is steady. Her arms are crossed to keep the
chill out of her body.
Just ahead, an old, rusty lamppost is the only source of light.
The candescence is surrounded by a dim ring, fading in the distance.
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