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

From the dawning of the ages,
I serve as nemesis to light,
a mystery for sages,
and for some the cause of fright,
In my veil

METEMPSYCHOSIS

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