Hail by the Harbor - Seth Talbolt

 Jagged shards of glass plummet from the sky

while a storm screams torrents at earth.,

on ground, a white blanket slowly melts then trickles

down into a net of ceaseless decay,

like tumbling into a grave.,

a sparrow conceals itself within branches of a pine.

A  frightened child behind his mothers skirt,

as cold sheets continue to plummet.

 

Bundled tight for a slow shuffle towards home

a muttered curse blown away.

the last bitter words before defeat,

like retreating back to a safe harbor

to lick the wound and fade away.