Flashes of Light in the Night

Trees silhouette against the evening sky.
Day almost done.

You are lost in a reverie.
Quiet.

The air turns cold
as the darkness swallows the landscape.

The air turns cold
as your thoughts turn melancholy,

a natural tendency, offset with laughter
that hides the darkness,

effective
protective coloration.

About this poem.

My wife and I were driving back from the movies last night (Knives Out, wonderful!) and we were struck by the black silhouettes of trees against the dusky sky. It was magnificent and I determined to write a poem with that image this morning.

Here it is.

Tom