Hi there! Please enjoy this poem I wrote this afternoon. I’m not sure what inspired it, seeing as it’s summer right now, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
The black trees,
Scraping the sky with their clawed branches,
Creaking with age in a sullen wind that
Slices down from the North West,
Watch over the stretch of road beside the gate.
Their skeletal fingers, tipped with icy frost,
Beguile the night into passing more slowly; the shadows
Drift down between their branches
Twin headlights scorch the dead dried leaves;
An owl screeches into the night, silent ghost
On the wind, stretching out its wings
Into its deathly flight.
A rumble; a roar;
The car skids past, illuminating all;
The trees, the branches, the gate;
And was gone.
The black trees spread their branches to the night;