Early Morning Haunting Poem by Candice James

EARLY MORNING HAUNTING
© 2013 Candice James


Through the foggy lens
of an early morning haunting
the ghosts of summer,
windblown voices
and hazy dreams
still linger in the blue shadows
of a dying star,

A pearl scarf of frost glistens
beneath a red rising sun.
A lone gull cries to the wind
leaving its imprint
in the thick atmosphere
of a muted October sky.

My footsteps crunch and crackle
on a scatter of pebbles and leaves
that whisper secrets
into the outstretched palms
of this early morning haunting.

I watch the sun rise;
Ash to ember to flame.

I listen to the wind;
Silence to whispers to voices.


I'm alone, but not alone.
I walk with ghosts
in the blue shadows
of this early morning haunting
haunted….
haunted.