Shadows of Night



Trees stand tall like soldiers against the sky.

Fireflies dance in the cool night air while

the stars sparkle through the branches of

the trees like tiny ornamental white lights.



The scent of evergreen permeates the night.

A sweet, perfumed smell of gardenias signals

the coming of spring with fragrant tones of

past times in the serene and clear moonlight.



Reminiscent of sunshine and thorny roses,

memories wash over like a summer shower.

The night hides the emotions and sorrows

of past occurrences that can’t be changed.



The shadows of the night darken as storms

roll across the haloed moon dimming the

light similar to curtains drawn closed against

the windows to my battered heart and soul.



Time moves slowly in the ebony hours.

Sweet scents are muffled in the darkness

that begins to swallow my soul and let

demons take over my unspoken thoughts.



War, killing, and maiming imprinted their

images overtaking the sweet memories of

days before the demons took over and try

convince me to seek peace through death.



As I wait for the hint of dawn to arrive,

a comforting aroma of spring, the season

of renewal, brings relief from the endless

pain and agony of my wintry desolation.