familiars
The day arrived
when the darkness crept in
like a lame animal
and wrapped itself
round my feet in repose.
It sighed, and I sighed,
and I put out
a plate of leftovers
and let it stay the night.
This poem originally appears in Solace: Poems for the Broken Season.
kind of like grief. When she comes around, i have learned to invite her in and sit a spell. She tends to leave sooner if i pay attention to her.
Hello Chris, I didn't remember this from Solace, but it certainly is a good poem for this season. Uncle Rick. Hope all is well with you and your family.