Eerie Sundays
Eerie Sundays
Autumn, Sunday teatime
The veil is wearing thin
Scents from the past
Slowly meander in
Stealthily they creep
Upon the fragile air
I look around and half expect
To see you standing there
Among the shadows and dying light
In the place that was your home
A sense of presence fills the air
A touch so slight and cold
They say I ought to be afraid
Having spirits in my home
But I quite like these eerie Sundays
When you stop by to say hello
copyright carol ann lewis 2020
The veil is wearing thin
Scents from the past
Slowly meander in
Stealthily they creep
Upon the fragile air
I look around and half expect
To see you standing there
Among the shadows and dying light
In the place that was your home
A sense of presence fills the air
A touch so slight and cold
They say I ought to be afraid
Having spirits in my home
But I quite like these eerie Sundays
When you stop by to say hello
copyright carol ann lewis 2020
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