Soon there will be life.
In the days to come
leaves will sprout
and branches strengthen
but for now
the ominous trees sway to the wind’s whistle,
creaking closer in silhouette
nearing those innocents
scurrying through twilight parks.

The paths are empty
for no one needs to be out
walking about
while the ominous trees loom
too near for safety’s taste.
Most folks sense the gloom
the hint of danger.
Most folks are quick to stay in.

The sun will shine again
and a cheshire moon will smile down lovingly
but now the moon is bad
and rising higher
still framed
by ominous trees
on this darkened day.