Anger, frustration, boredom
lays in crumpled pieces
strewn over the floor
tissue paper reminders
there are creatures stalking the darkness
rich and black
the coffee
eases away
the dark corners
of the morning
shadows of yesterday
foreboding of tomorrow
come to haunt
the lonesomeness of today
winter moon
paints her shadows
crunch-chilly on
the snow below
living canvas
on which to etch
with the crisp black blade
knife of night
and the warm enveloping silence
wraps its comfort
around peaceful shoulders
like so much clotted cream

Author: April Wells
Published: January 25, 2016