My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Black

The sun draws blinds on another winter’s day;

whose light grows longer,

whose warmth grows stronger.

The sun’s rays of orange, pink and violet

grip the deepening sky,

like cat claws on curtains.

The sun slips below the horizon

like a drowned man

to leave me cloaked in black.

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2 thoughts on “Black

  1. Beautiful Christopher. Love your metaphors. 🙂

  2. Thank you. I really appreciate that. 🙂

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