Wintry Day

The days turn shorter and darker.
The skies have snuggled inside a grey blanket of clouds.

Trees stand stark naked begging for mercy
With their skeletal hands towards the skies.

The wind continually snores,
When disturbed its shrill howls will make one scamper.

Half-past 4 and the town is deserted,
Silence is all that remains.

RIP it

Day 23 Inktober – Rip

Ripping the RIP apart!

They decided to decorate their lawn as a graveyard for Halloween. Little did they know that the skeleton lying underneath the RIP grave would rip it apart and haunt their night.

Dark Storm

Day 17 Inktober – Storm

The crackling of lightning is terrifying.

Yet, every time there is a storm,

Our eyes eagerly search the clouds

To get a glimpse of that flashing bolt of lightning again.

Storms are dark yet fascinating.