Woke

~

charcoal streaked clouds

are but fleeting shrouds 

to a morose pallid moon

held glumly like a 

tarnished shilling 

an approaching storm drops 

heavy rain fingers, that 

drum on the pane and 

splatter the window sill

like ill-tempered oaths,

I wake up drawn to the

opaque graffiti of the

insidious darkness,

*

© Graham R Sherwood 05/24