Monday, December 07, 2009

Witching hour

Pink night skies
A chilly winter’s night
Not a lonely moment
Never a dark veil
Day dreams and reality
Parallelly coincide
Nay, a magical time
‘neath this I lie
Watching it all go by
Trance and reverie
My state belie
A squirrel snores
When crows come to blows
This mysterious muted hour
Here not blooms a flower
But wilder than I believe
Ravens with night vision
Leaves that spooky-speak
A time for bewitching
A time for believing

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