How like consolation is the hoarfrost
Cast like tiny white petals to amaze
The ruins of the autumn. All was lost
But now a silver lining starts my day’s
Trek across the wasteland. Let others see death
In the growing dark of shortened daylight.
I see silver shining; even my breath
Hangs silver in the silver dawn. No fright
Creeps behind the stonewalls this Halloween.
Shadows can’t stand up to light. Like a child
Gazing ahead into the dark Unseen
With their young, innocent heart running wild,
I feel a warm hand of silver, older
Than earth, kindly patting my shoulder.