These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Silhouettes

These trees become grand silhouettes,
great arms, and feathery branches.
The light is lost as night is met
the need for darkness stanches.

We say, “Goodbye” as friendships fade
into the days now past us.
We hope our words were best obeyed
with memories held, not casted.

The night orbs burn with twinkling lights
the sun’s-light gracious gave them.
We thank the Lord, that hope still bites
through dourness of grave men.

The silhouettes become the place
for bright night lights to paint them.
A silvery glow now lights each face
as shadowed features acquaint them.

Naught left to see within the yard,
unlike Sir Carroll’s “muchness.”
My eyes do strain to see quite hard
of property’s new “lessness.”

by Jay O’Toole
on February 3rd, 2023