~
the freezing brittle clarity
of the darkness dusts walls
roofs and windows with its
pure white settled bloom,
a shroud of torpidity wraps
familiar places,
unwittingly, stealthy night
beasts leave their signal
blameless trace,
*
© GRS 11/26
"call me not poet, leave that title for others to confer, I write words in rhyme or not and set them free, let the world concur"