The Difference In Daffodils...... Poem by karen sinclair

I step out... Between man made Amber street lamps
And natures midnight blue, still life.... crisp, dampness
Not a soul to hamper, mood nor thought.
Moments before witching hour... Solitude
Strokes
My bitter twisted mind plus soul...

Walking
Waltzing internally through thoughts fields
And daffodils
Barely a murmur

They shiver softly (as I do)
In a
Cool
Crisp....
Mad march air

Cream
Eerie...
Negative heads bowed, both they and I
Are as night time hoodies, shrouded within

Noir prison bar petals

We are akin. The nightime daffodils and I
Skulking in the shadows unnoticed by all that pass
We like it that way... The only difference between I and them

Tomorrow....
They shine outside, tempt bees and eyes
Then smile in the glory
Of day...