May 14, 2021

Black Hoodie



sun comes up over imposing mountain
sun sets over churning sea

moon appears in spooky darkening skies

shining down its beams on me

raise up my black hoodie 

night mystery winds begin to blow

this early november midnight 

a steady stream of tingly cold

walking through the cemetery woods 

the dead leaves for whom I mourn

now lay lifeless on the ground 

my steps hollow, somber and forlorn 

through the forest I hear the sound

of an owl and lonesome barking dog

I pause for a moment of meditation 

while sitting on a fallen log

I get up to make my way back 

rueful of my life’s unfortunate turn

wishful of younger days 

to which I can never return 



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