I can't remember what prompted me to start this one, but I finished it today with renewed interest. I seem to remember not knowing where I wanted this to go when I first began to write it out. I like where it ended up. I hope you do as well.
Midnight Walk
By Kimberly
L McClune
October 22,
2012
I took a midnight walk
On the spookiest night of
the year,
Past unlit houses
Under barren trees where
Darkness lends a new
perspective.
The trees,
Whose once lush and full
canopy
Would shade the moons light,
Now gape as coloring, drying
leaves
Depart, clearing pathways
For descending moonbeams.
The moon is near her fullest
Hovering magically within
A black sky laden with
clouds
Masking the stars,
Threatening reflected beams.
Across an open field,
The moon escapes her veil.
She tats a lacey trim
At the tree-lined edge.
Beams cast down between
Barren branches weave
Delicate patterns on illuminated
grass.
Once familiar objects
Now only darkened outlines.
A mailbox looks like a man,
A pot of flowers like an
animal.
Even the trees
Become eerie specters in
Haunting moonlight.
Walking at midnight
On the spookiest night
Gives one a new perspective.
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I must admit that it was easy to complete this one today. I have been sitting at the computer listening to the trees rustle in the wind for a while now. Autumn is in full swing with crisp air, sunny days, and crunching leaves beneath your feet. This is the time of year that I feel the most inspired. You will likely see more posts from me in the next two months, despite my job search activities, as my writing notebook becomes filled with ideas, half written works and jotted notes.
Enjoy the poem and enjoy the Fall.
