DREARY dressed in a blue storm,
broken twiggs break, and all the
ghost, run and run.
BARGAINS full of lonlyness, and
dressed in cold, and all the ghost
run, and run untill they make it back
home.
THE shadows hide from the sun, then
come back out and kiss the dark, for
in this dark, their safe and worn.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreary-dressed/
