Heated by the twin fires
Of yellow and red,
Orange is never cold.
In the lingering fever
Of summer,
Or the last glimmering ember
Of a falling star.
#AutumnPoetry #AutumnColor
Burnt umber lurks
In the alley depths,
In the broken places
Of tenement streets,
In the corners
And cracks of buildings
Long abandoned.
A flat death is raw umber,
A color for shadows,
And cold moonless nights.
Cut from mulched earth
Near black,
Burnt umber is a color
To bury joy
Or shape fear. #ColorandEmotion #BurntUmber
there is an ugly thing
that lives in dark shadowed spaces
and sometimes
with the dark of the moon
it leaves its hiding place
to catch you unaware
and drag you to its dreadful lair
where it feeds upon your flesh
in the unknown reaches
of your mind
#FearandMoonlessNights #FearandPoetry