By Charlotte Dean
Published in the 1953 edition of “IMAGINE”,
the Literary Magazine of Memphis State University

MIDNIGHT

Midnight seeps through the lonely leaves;

Silent winds sweep the dull, dark sky;

Rain comes with a muted whisper.

Pitch-black shadows shroud the deserted garden—

Lonely, half-forgotten whiffs of flowers scent

The dark rain drops falling on grey earth—

Each drop a whisper of the past.

Midnight’s breaths are lonely;

Silence and gloom reign supreme.