Poem: The Witching Hour

Raindrops quiver
at the edge of clouds
like tears being held back
by pure force of will.


The sun has abandoned
the skies above
for greener pastures
and more cheerful views.


Grey clouds as the seasons turn
warmth chased out by
cooler winds and life fades
leaving grave markers behind.


The veil between the worlds
thins for just this one time
look between time and space
open your heart and mind.


What secrets can you learn
what knowledge can you acquire
even as the night finally succumbs
and cries in cold rain.

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