Darkness dies revealing
Drabness in morning’s wake.
Undercoat skies grieve, greyly weeping
Unsettling drops of hard, cold sorrow.
Dreams wither to shades and
Dampen while reality folds her smothering mantle
Upon the fading cheers of a new year,
Usurping expectations. But, look, there, in the
Distance, hope glows weakly.
Down the lane, advances The Beast, ever
Unceasing in Her scavenge,
Uncovering treats and morsels with every turn.
Dispelling the shrouded gloom, hi-viz clad minions
Descend to sate Her appetite; their mistress
Urgently feasting on mounds of festering waste.
Uncaring, She gorges weekly on our leavings.
Dawn watches on, restless and wary. Flashing
Dots blink amber, Her departure imminent.
Under undercoat skies amid cold, hard drops of
Unrelenting sorrow, The Beast plots Her return.