Chilly Night

Mon, 12/31/2018 - 10:22 -- OldPoet

A chilly wind blows tonight with stiff lips,
whistling a dirge down the dark, empty glen
Clouds hover in an apple-crisp night sky
Thin, streaming clouds, stingy clouds

Smoke from a fat little house, painted gray,
streams like banners in a circus show ring
Pussy willows shiver in sweaters, too thin
Ducks across the moon flying shadows

Their moonlit wing become brushes painting
swaths over restless, empty spring meadows
Wind is a chorus of devils singing,
spitting breath across all that sleep in peace

Only when the rising sun melts the sky
will stillness come and relentless wind cease,
greeting the morning with a hollow sigh

This poem is about: 
My community


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741