WHERE THE WINDS BLOW

The trees of the forest shake,

their limbs fearing the next quake.

Their thick trunks glisten in white,

with tears frozen from their plight. 

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a tree trunk and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind will blow.

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

Each night a woman appears.

Her shadow floats across the dimly lit garden.

The wind whistles in her wake.

One night, she doesn’t appear.

What happened to her?

I still wait.

BENEATH THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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DARK SHADOWS

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They rise from calm waters

and land on our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until the night falls once more.

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THE SHADOW

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Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

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SADNESS FOLLOWS ME

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Sadness follows me

wherever I go.

It haunts me

in all its forms.

There’s no escape

from its long arms.

I close my eyes

but feel its long shadow.

DARKNESS DESCENDS

It comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It gathers speed.
You dash into a building,
An empty school.
It follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Moving closer.
It’s hurrying
Along the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes,
And stand firm.
Darkness descends.

A LOVE PECK?

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I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

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THE PARTY

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A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests,

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water,

Some are swimming,

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the water,

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo

Until silence sweeps the dark ship.

MY DEAR SUNFLOWER

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MY DEAR SUNFLOWER

Can you grow in the dark,

Or do you need a light?

I will see on a lark

If you grow in the night.

The light grows dim.

Shadows take the day.

I can see you,

Standing up to pray.

Your arms spread out wide.

Your face to the moon.

You never need to hide.

It will be the day soon.

THE VICTIM

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THE VICTIM

I step out from the restaurant

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness,

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there are other footsteps,

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

WHAT IF

WHAT IF

What if the sun exploded?

The day began as all others.
The sun rose and shined its light.
As the day wore on, the sun grew hotter.
Steamier.
It radiated shades of red and orange.
Heat slew off its sides.
Until it exploded.
Hot balls of fire crashed to earth.
Darkness soon fell across the globe.

The moon hid its face.
It wasn’t ready to rule.
Who would save the earth,
Warm the earth,
And provide the needed sunshine?
The moon stepped forward.
It puffed up its face,
Then it blew out hot steam.

“You’re hired,” mankind shouted.
The moon replaced the sun.
Twenty-four hours a day.
No time off.
No rest for the weary moon.
But a lot of grumbling.

So we ask: What if the sun exploded?
We would be in trouble.
Stuck with the moon for sunshine.
Sun, we bow to you in gratitude
For all that you do for us.

SHADOWS IN THE WOODS

SHADOWS IN THE WOODS

The full moon casts its harsh light,

Spotlights to the left and right.

Shadows drift in the trees.

Some even on their knees.

On the shallow lake, 

they cast their cold gaze.

Reflections of bones

Flicker in the haze.

While the small town sleeps,

They walk the dark streets.

They ready for their fight.

Their march a deadly sight.

Soft snores won’t deter them.

Children’s cries won’t halt them.

From the woods, they have come.

They will return as one.

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