Winter in town
Dull shades walk the streets
A ghoulish army that I meet
A legion of fears to test my faith
Am I too but another wraith?
Autumn out of town
Wind howls
Rain straifs
The colours glow in a hollow echo
Light diffuse
Night close
Journeys bind in knots and tighten
Sea cold
Sky bland
Yet there is movement here between sea and land.
© Christopher J. Hudson 1996
