Saturday, April 15, 2017

Before the Storm

The Walker
Photo Credit: ROBERTO CABRAL PHOTOGRAPHY Flickr via Compfight cc

Before the Storm

The sky is getting darker.
The trees are closing in.
The birds have grown silent.
I know I am not alone in this wood.
There are children somewhere.
I can hear them calling in the distance.
Was that a dog that ran past me?
I should have known better
than to wander this far before the storm.
The wind is picking up.
I reassure myself
this path will take me home.
It looks strange and foreign now
as the trees bend towards me
and darkness sets.

GloPoWriMo Day 15

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