WALKING HOME IN WINTER
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I shiver as the night turns into a tunnel of darkness
As the witch’s bleed madness
Offering drinks that make you feel horrendous
As the night turns cloudless
The stars jump on carpets
The navy wool comes
closer to the earth
As if the moon is giving birth
The inky sky kneels to the ground
As the finger like branches grip all around
Everything seems so far away
It’s not safe
I wish it was daylight
I don’t like the winter nights
Especially at this time of year
When spooks tell you they are here
Potions are created
All new and shiny seem to be dated
Spiders and sparklers give fear
Wizards cheer
Another anniversary
Putting people in misery
But it shall pass
And alas
No more walking home in winter
© Fiona Cummings
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