Night Chill

It was rather cool that night and I felt that commemorating it with a poem would be good.





Night Chill  -  26 Mar 15

Afternoon gone
Evening faded
Night closes in with chill
… Breath
No stars
Breathing cloud
In the streets
Leaving signs of life
Behind
Footsteps lost among
Whispering trees
Frost threatens
Breath paints crystals
In the air





I did not actually go out that evening but could feel the chill through my [closed] window.