Parameters
Tonight
you brought the ghosts
with you again.
Their whispers
carried by the wind,
or maybe just a lullaby.
The music plays
upon the windowpane
it sounds like death.
I am alone.
Outside in winter chill
the night looks in.
And gathered in my room
with embers burning low,
the clock
is ticking time away
like falling
snow.
Originally published by Autumn House Review
Parameters is included in Winter Poems: Building Sound
Photo / Pixabay
