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.
My Words, My World 
Beautiful Christopher. Love your metaphors. 🙂
Thank you. I really appreciate that. 🙂