Midnight creeps
silent, steady
It whispers with the voice
of a thousand ghosts

Like a tree without leaves,
it casts shadows
of something it is not
or something it could be

It haunts the imagination,
scurrying like mice in the attic,
scratching in time with a beating heart
Such is the transition from today into tomorrow

I welcome the invitation
and paint it with the colors of my mind
Deep blues to soothe and
vibrant pinks to cast a spell of love


photo: mine
prompts: The Poetry Society, Lyric Ideas, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge



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