THE FIRST WARM NIGHT OF THE SEASON

an eerie fog emerges from the shore
powered by soft tangerine light
momentarily penetrated
by

Final Vigil

With a final sigh evening fades
Darkness covers the colors of the in between
To the stars alright in the sky
To

The chills I can feel running down my spine.
Goosebumps on my arms start to rise,
You can always feel the cold in the night.

I

METEMPSYCHOSIS

Darkn ess sags along the still street
and over the porches'
protruding brick frames,
filling the vessels they

Into The Night

To shelter O Lord in Your cloak
Of warmth as the cool of the
Night descends over the land
The moon glows and