Evenings

The evening huesWisteria leaves abateTangled into the bluenessGhosts of yesterday tingles Gusts of wind flatten the guttersAs the window panes rattleGlaring clouds are drivenwith wild horses…

C. S.

as if the dark’s were never in your shadowsand even they knew, what it meant to shine, darkly grace in mixtures of ugly, and Iinconditely taste…