Member Poem

A blinding light dazzles in the distance,
traffic signal stolidly eclipsed pending
red or green flash prompt.
At the threshold  of some charcoal mist reflection,
those hazel eyes of mine  begin  to question 
our cluttered forest of existence.
Wolfish  howls from shadows left to weep,
shattered moon greyed over
at some nebulous purlieu,
whose uncanny midnight envelope foretells
those very things that color
how I see the world around me.