October 15th - poetry

the dark hour, at the end of night

Photo by Benjamin Hersh on Unsplash

Cold October morning

I’ll sit inside

with my coffee I’ll hide

The world is quiet and dark

this precious hour that can feel stark

That hour before the world become a new day

What will it have to say?

Glorious autumn colors will soon appear

but now they are unclear

It’s funny how the sun can shed light

and make everything seem right

For now, I’ll sit in this dark hour

it holds so much power

These moments will soon disappear

as the first rays of the sun will appear.

Photo by Michael Pointner on Unsplash