Dark

Twisting
Black
Silhouetted
Dark branches,
Entwined,
Backset by
Bright
White
Moon

Each
Branch’s
Edge,

In dark
Night,
Furled in
Onyx
Mossy
Complexity

Cold
Breezes and
Mists
Choke all
Senses,
But
Stark
Soul contorting
Sight

Moments,
Count out,
A skin prickles
At awareness of
Approaching
Limb and
Vicious
Slashing
Sinew


Ken Goree