Today the sun hides
as fog clings to the streets, a thick sheet draped across the field
Unnatural dew yields its last will, slides down brown blades of grass, unstaunched teardrops
Low murmurs across a blurry backdrop buzz through the thick air
like a hive of incensed hornets
The buzz is low and yet intense and frenzied
And yet
Eerily
It's quiet
YOU ARE READING
As the Light Fades
PoetryJust scattered fragments of poetry and random musings. The topics aren't pretty, so read at your own discretion.
