Wednesday, January 16, 2019

A Winter-dusk Ditty

A cloak of quietness and stars
Obliterates the view
Where first the flush of pastel bars
Turned into flannel blue
Then deepened into ebony
Until all that remains
Is someone looking back at me
In blackened window-panes

© Janet Martin

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