when night falls or when you walk in the woods,
the leaves flutter and the wind is chilling,
you hear a sound through your pullover’s hood,
and you know it’s there.
the little elf, the pretty fairy,
the poisonous snake and the enormous spider.
the darkness comes and you can’t be merry.
then you know it’s there.
A poem does have the power to express these things better. Actually that’s what I thought about when I was inspecting my picture over again. The cold colors gives it a fresh feel and compared to the strawberry elf on my last entry it’s almost saddening.