The sky grew dark
tonight
right on time.
Nighttime is never
late.
The earth
never stops turning.
And the sun
always rises.
In a way
that makes
everything easier
because
there are so many things
you can
never count on.
(C) Jan Darrow 2025 - photo: Pixabay
there is a ghost in the woods.
I think now about the drive out of town.
The gold leaves drifting into shadows.
The shifting trees.
You brought me here
into the long dry grass.
You promised
a memory -
when we were young
and you were .. everything.
From Winter Poems: Building Sound
(C) Jan Darrow - Photo Pixabay
My flash fiction piece titled Impact was published today by Freedom Fiction Journal! Click the link below to visit my story and this wonderful journal.
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